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Sam: What's going on, Normie?
Norm: My birthday, Sammy. Give me a beer, stick a candle in
it, and I'll blow out my liver.
-- Cheers, Where Have All the Floorboards Gone
Woody: Hey, Mr. P. How goes the search for Mr. Clavin?
Norm: Not as well as the search for Mr. Donut.
Found him every couple of blocks.
-- Cheers, Head Over Hill
Having wandered helplessly into a blinding snowstorm Sam was greatly
relieved to see a sturdy Saint Bernard dog bounding toward him with
the traditional keg of brandy strapped to his collar.
"At last," cried Sam, "man's best friend -- and a great big dog, too!"
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