Sam: Hey, listen, why don't you see a doctor? That thing hit you pretty hard.
Norm: I'm all right.
Sam: No, come on. Play it safe, go to the emergency room, let them check it out. I'll pay for it.
Norm: No, a little rap in the head. Doesn't even hurt any more.
Cliff: Normie's right. I got a rap in the head all the time in baseball. I never went to a doctor.
Norm: And you'll keep my glass chilled?
Sam: Yeah.