Norm: I do not have a good feeling about this place, Cliff.
Cliff: All right, Normie, look, I said we're going to stick it out, and that's exactly what we're going to do, eh?
Norm: All right, if the going gets tough, you can count on Norm Peterson.
Carla: Well, that was Sam. Vera called. She wants you to come home.
Norm: Yep. I'm out of here.
Carla: Norm, Norm, come on! I mean, since when are you in such a rush to get home to Vera?
Norm: Since you moved in over a graveyard, Carla. Guys, look, I-I'm sorry. I just I don't know. Scary stuff just scares me.
[Norm puts his beer can down on the counter and leaves. He opens the door again, grabs the can and goes]
Carla: Hey, hey, Normie, you're driving!
[Norm opens the door, puts the beer can back on the counter and leaves again. He then returns, leaving his car keys and taking the beer instead.]