Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, Jack Frost nipping at your nose?
Norm: Yep, now let's get Joe Beer nipping at my liver, huh?
-- Cheers, Feeble Attraction
Sam: What are you up to Norm?
Norm: My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall.
-- Cheers, Bar Wars III: The Return of Tecumseh
Woody: Nice cold beer coming up, Mr. Peterson.
Norm: You mean, `Nice cold beer going down Mr. Peterson.'
-- Cheers, Loverboyd
Sleep -- the most beautiful experience in life -- except drink.
-- W. C. Fields
A shy teenage boy finally worked up the nerve to give a gift to
Madonna, a young puppy. It hitched its waggin' to a star.
