Cliff: Uh, hey, Woody. A beer, and uh, one for mi compadre here, Normie.
[Norm falls of his bar stool]
Cliff: Are you all right?
Norm: Yeah, no, it's just... Sorry. I thought Cliff was going to buy me a beer.
Cliff: Well, uh, well, I am.
[Norm stumbles again]
Cliff: Hey, hey, Norm, Norm, no, come on, now, knock it off there, will you? Geez.