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Woody: What's happening, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: The question is, Woody, why is it happening to me?
-- Cheers, Strange Bedfellows, Part 1
Woody: What's going down, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: My cheeks on this barstool.
-- Cheers, Strange Bedfellows, Part 2
Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, can I pour you a beer?
Norm: Well, okay, Woody, but be sure to stop me at one. ...
Eh, make that one-thirty.
-- Cheers, Strange Bedfellows, Part 2
When I heated my home with oil, I used an average of 800 gallons a year. I
have found that I can keep comfortably warm for an entire winter with
slightly over half that quantity of beer.
-- Dave Barry, "Postpetroleum Guzzler"
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