Sam: Here you go, big fella.
[As Sam slides a beer down the bar to Norm, Carla blocks its path with her tray]
Carla: Sorry. No suds tonight, Norm. You are still our designated driver, remember?
Norm: I know that. You know that. Did you have to call every bar in town and tell them?
Steve: Hey, Norm, can I get a lift home?
Norm: All right.