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Woody: How are you feeling today, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Poor.
Woody: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Norm: No, I meant `pour'.
-- Cheers, Strange Bedfellows, Part 3
Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, what's the story?
Norm: Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy gets another beer.
-- Cheers, The Proposal
Paul: Hey Norm, how's the world been treating you?
Norm: Like a baby treats a diaper.
-- Cheers, Tan 'n Wash
I distrust a man who says when. If he's got to be careful not to drink
too much, it's because he's not to be trusted when he does.
-- Sidney Greenstreet, "The Maltese Falcon"
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