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
He played the king as if afraid someone else would play the ace.
-- John Mason Brown, drama critic
What excuses stand in your way? How can you eliminate them?
-- Roger von Oech
