"Normisms (From The Tv Show Cheers)" joke

Woody: “What’s shakin’ mister Peterson? ”
Norm: “All four cheeks and a couple of chins. ”
Woody: “How’s it goin’ Mr. P.? ”
Norm: “It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there and I’m wearin’ Milkbone underwear. ”
Woody: “Can I draw you a beer Mr. P.? ”
Norm: “I know what they look like, just give me one. ”
Woody: “What’s goin’ down Mr. P.? ”
Norm: “My butt on that stool. ”
Norm: “I’m the ideal weight for someone 10 feet tall. ”
Coach: Can I draw you a beer, Norm?
Norm: No, I know what they look like. Just pour me one.
Coach: How about a beer, Norm?
Norm: Hey I’m high on life, Coach…. Of course, beer is my life.
Coach: How’s a beer sound, Norm?
Norm: I dunno. I usually finish them before they get a word in.
Coach: What’s up, Norm?
Norm: Corners of my mouth, Coach.
Coach: Normie, Normie, could this be Vera?
Norm: With a lot of expensive surgery, maybe.
Coach: What’s up, Normie?
Norm: The temperature under my collar, Coach.
Coach: What would you say to a nice beer, Normie?
Norm: Going down?
Coach: What’s up, Norm?
Norm: Everything that’s supposed to be.
Sam: What’s new, Normie?
Norm: Terrorists, Sam. They’ve taken over my stomach. They’re demanding beer.
Coach: What’ll it be, Normie?
Norm: Just the usual Coach. I’ll have a froth of beer and a snorkel.
Coach: What would you say to a beer, Normie?
Norm: Daddy wuvs you.
Sam: What’d you like, Normie?
Norm: A reason to live. Gimmie another beer.
Sam: What will you have, Norm?
Norm: Well, I’m in a gambling mood, Sammy. I’ll take a glass of whatever comes out of that tap.
Sam: Oh, looks like beer, Norm.
Norm: Call me Mister Lucky.
Sam: What do you say, Norm?
Norm: Any cheap, tawdry thing that’ll get me a beer.
Sam: What do you say to a beer, Normie?
Norm: Hiya, sailor. New in town?
Norm: [coming in from the rain] Evening, everybody.
All: Norm! (Norman!)
Sam: Still pouring, Norm?
Norm: That’s funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.
Sam: What’s the good word, Norm?
Norm: Plop, plop, fizz, fizz.
Sam: Oh no, not the Hungry Heifer…
Norm: Yeah, yeah, yeah…
Sam: One heartburn cocktail coming up.
Sam: Whaddya say, Norm?
Norm: Well, I never met a beer I didn’t drink. And down it goes.
Woody: What’s your pleasure, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Boxer shorts and loose shoes. But I’ll settle for a beer.
Paul: Hey Norm, how’s the world been treating you?
Norm: Like a baby treats a diaper.
Woody: Would you like a beer, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: No, I’d like a dead cat in a glass.
Sam: How’s life treating you?
Norm: It’s not, Sammy, but you can!
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.
Woody: What’s the story, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery.
Let’s cut to the happy ending.
Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, there’s a cold one waiting for you.
Norm: I know, and if she calls, I’m not here.
Sam: Beer, Norm?
Norm: Have I gotten that predictable? Good.
Woody: What’s going on, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: A flashing sign in my gut that says, “Insert beer here. ”
Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, Jack Frost nipping at your nose?
Norm: Yep, now let’s get Joe Beer nipping at my liver, huh?
Woody: What’s going on, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Another layer for the winter, Wood.
“How’s it going, Mr. Peterson? ”
“Poor. ”
“I’m sorry to hear that. ”
“No, I mean pour. ”
“How’s life treating you, Norm? ”
“Like it caught me sleeping with its’ wife. ”
“Women. Can’t live with ‘em, pass the beer nuts. ”
“How’s life in the fast lane? ”
“Dunno, can’t get on the on-ramp. ”
“Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson? ”
“Alright, but stop me at one…. make that one-thirty. ”
“What’s the story, Norm? ”
“Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy meets another beer. ”
“How about a beer, Norm? ”
“That’s that amber sudsy stuff, right? I’ve heard good things about it! ”
“What’s going on, Mr. Peterson? ”
“The question is what’s going in Mr. Peterson? A beer please, Woody. ”
“What’s up, Normie? ”
“My nipples, it’s freezing out there. ”