| Freebsd Fortunes 5: 1971 of 2298 |
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.
-- Cheers, I'll Gladly Pay You Tuesday
Sam: Whaddya say, Norm?
Norm: Well, I never met a beer I didn't drink. And down it goes.
-- Cheers, Love Thy Neighbor
Woody: What's your pleasure, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Boxer shorts and loose shoes. But I'll settle for a beer.
-- Cheers, The Bar Stoolie
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| Freebsd Fortunes 5: 1972 of 2298 |
Sam: What do you say, Norm?
Norm: Any cheap, tawdry thing that'll get me a beer.
-- Cheers, Birth, Death, Love and Rice
Sam: What do you say to a beer, Normie?
Norm: Hiya, sailor. New in town?
-- Cheers, Woody Goes Belly Up
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.
-- Cheers, Diane's Nightmare
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| Freebsd Fortunes 5: 1973 of 2298 |
Sam: What's going on, Normie?
Norm: My birthday, Sammy. Give me a beer, stick a candle in
it, and I'll blow out my liver.
-- Cheers, Where Have All the Floorboards Gone
Woody: Hey, Mr. P. How goes the search for Mr. Clavin?
Norm: Not as well as the search for Mr. Donut.
Found him every couple of blocks.
-- Cheers, Head Over Hill
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| Freebsd Fortunes 5: 1974 of 2298 |
Sam: What's new, Norm?
Norm: Most of my wife.
-- Cheers, The Spy Who Came in for a Cold One
Coach: Beer, Norm?
Norm: Naah, I'd probably just drink it.
-- Cheers, Now Pitching, Sam Malone
Coach: What's doing, Norm?
Norm: Well, science is seeking a cure for thirst. I happen
to be the guinea pig.
-- Cheers, Let Me Count the Ways
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| Freebsd Fortunes 5: 1975 of 2298 |
SAN DIEGO:
Four million people, where you can't get a
good cheeseburger, no matter how hard you try.
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| Freebsd Fortunes 5: 1976 of 2298 |
SAN FRANCISCO:
Marcel Proust editing an issue of Penthouse.
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| Freebsd Fortunes 5: 1977 of 2298 |
San Francisco has always been my favorite booing city. I don't mean the
people boo louder or longer, but there is a very special intimacy. When
they boo you, you know they mean *you*. Music, that's what it is to me.
One time in Kezar Stadium they gave me a standing boo.
-- George Halas, professional footbal coach
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| Freebsd Fortunes 5: 1978 of 2298 |
San Francisco isn't what it used to be, and it never was.
-- Herb Caen
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| Freebsd Fortunes 5: 1979 of 2298 |
Sanity and insanity overlap a fine grey line.
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| Freebsd Fortunes 5: 1980 of 2298 |
Sank heaven for leetle curls.
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