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Women wish to be loved without a why or a wherefore;
not because they are pretty, or good, or well-bred, or
graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.
-- Amiel
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Women's Libbers are OK, I just wouldn't want my sister to marry one.
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Women's virtue is man's greatest invention.
-- Cornelia Otis Skinner
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Wonder is the feeling of a philosopher,
and philosophy begins in wonder.
Socrates, quoting Plato
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Wonderful day.
Your hangover just makes it seem terrible.
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Woodward's Law:
A theory is better than its explanation.
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Woody: What's the story, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery.
Let's just cut to the happy ending.
-- Cheers, Airport V
Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you.
Norm: I know, and if she calls, I'm not here.
-- Cheers, Bar Wars II: The Woodman Strikes Back
Sam: Beer, Norm?
Norm: Have I gotten that predictable? Good.
-- Cheers, Don't Paint Your Chickens
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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
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Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, what do you say to a cold one?
Norm: See you later, Vera, I'll be at Cheers.
-- Cheers, Norm's Last Hurrah
Sam: Well, look at you. You look like the cat that
swallowed the canary.
Norm: And I need a beer to wash him down.
-- Cheers, Norm's Last Hurrah
Woody: Would you like a beer, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: No, I'd like a dead cat in a glass.
-- Cheers, Little Carla, Happy at Last, Part 2
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Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, what's up?
Norm: The warranty on my liver.
-- Cheers, Breaking In Is Hard to Do
Sam: What can I do for you, Norm?
Norm: Open up those beer taps and, oh, take the day off, Sam.
-- Cheers, Veggie-Boyd
Woody: What's going on, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Another layer for the winter, Wood.
-- Cheers, It's a Wonderful Wife
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