Norm: [enters] Afternoon, everybody. [silence] Norm! Norman. How're you feeling today, Norm? Rich and thirsty. Pour me a beer.
Woody: Yes, sir, Mr. Peterson. Boy, you sure have gotten successful, huh?
Norm: Well, Woody, you know what they say about success. It's one percent inspiration and 99 percent perspiration.
Carla: So is your shirt.
Cliff: Yeah, and you know what else they say about success there, Mr. Rockeflounder? It's lonely at the top.
Norm: Yeah, but the food's better, Cliff.
Sam: Hey, you don't have to rub our noses in it, man. I mean, we're your friends, after all.
Norm: Friends? You call yourselves friends? The last four or five times I've walked in here, you treat me as if I've done something wrong. You know, not one of you guys has bothered to congratulate me for my success. Which, I might add, you all had a chance to share in. Maybe I should just take my refreshment business elsewhere. When I think of all the hours I wasted in here when I could have been wasting them somewhere else.