Norm: Uh, Sammy, we're out of pretzels.
Sam: Oh, sorry. Hey, we're out of pretzels.
Norm: I think that's what I meant when I said we were out of pretzels. Sorry I was so cryptic before.
Sam: I don't understand this. We were supposed to get a big shipment today. I mean, l, ordered 20 bags from the distributor. I mean, I even faxed it on Rebecca's stupid fax machine. Oh, well.
Norm: "Oh, well"?! Sammy, there are those of us who need their pretzels.
Sam: What am I supposed to do, go down to the grocery store and buy you some?
Norm: And get some Beer Nuts, too. These are antiques.
Frasier: You know, I have a yen for some Cheese Doodles.
Cliff: Hey, uh, Sammy, while you're out there, will you pick me up some cough syrup? I've got a little tickle.
Sam: All right, fine. I'm gonna do this once, you guys, but you gotta remember, I'm supposed to be the boss around here, not your errand boy.
Carla: Feed my meter.