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Let the worthy citizens of Chicago get their liquor the best way
they can. I'm sick of the job. It's a thankless one and full of grief.
-- Al Capone
Woody: What's going on, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Let's talk about what's going *in* Mr. Peterson. A beer, Woody.
-- Cheers, Paint Your Office
Sam: How's life treating you?
Norm: It's not, Sammy, but that doesn't mean you can't.
-- Cheers, A Kiss is Still a Kiss
Woody: Can I pour you a draft, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: A little early, isn't it Woody?
Woody: For a beer?
Norm: No, for stupid questions.
-- Cheers, Let Sleeping Drakes Lie
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