Woody: What's going on, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: The question is what's going *in* Mr. Peterson. A beer please, Woody.
Norm: I want something light and cold.
Carla: Sorry, it's Diane's day off.
Norm: It's a dog eat dog world, and I'm wearing Milkbone underwear.
Woody: What's shakin', Mr. Peterson?
Norm: All four cheeks and a couple of chins.
Sam: What are you up to, Norm?
Norm: My ideal weight... if I were 11 feet tall.
Coach: How's life treating you Norm?
Norm: Like it caught me in bed with its wife.
[Norm walks in, and sits]
Cliff: Hey, Norm, What's up?
Norm: My blood-alcohol level.
Woody: Whats goin' down, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: My cheeks on this bar-stool.