Norm: [enters] Afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm!
Coach: How does a beer sound, Norm?
Norm: I don't know, Coach. I usually finish 'em before they get a word in.

Norm: It says, "Your most troublesome problem will soon be solved."
Cliff: Hey, Norm sounds like you're going to get a trim on the old antlers tonight, huh?
Coach: Norm, what's your most troublesome problem?
Norm: You know, that's tough to say, Coach. Let's see. I'm overweight, unemployed, separated, depressed, starting to drink too much. I guess my biggest problem is I've never been happier.

Sam: Coach, why did you do this? I've told you a thousand times, don't buy anything for the bar without checking with me.
Coach: Gee, I'm sorry, Sam. That salesman, I just couldn't resist him. I mean, he had a way about him.
Sam: One of those fast talkers?
Coach: No, no. No, no. This big tall skinny guy with a beard. He reminded me of somebody in history. Uh, a president. The guy who freed the slaves.
Sam: Abraham Lincoln?
Coach: Only this guy wasn't nice at all. As a matter of fact, he was kind of mean. He reminded me of that little guy in Germany with the mustache. World War II.
Sam: Adolf Hitler?
Coach: Boy, don't play trivia with this guy.
Norm: Coach, you mean this guy was a cross between Abraham Lincoln and Hitler?
Coach: Normie, I don't know. I just want to tell you, he was strange, Normie. He was all dressed in black, and his eyes shined like coals and he had this deep voice and he said to me, [deep voice, German accent] "This scale will not only tell you your weight, but it will tell you your destiny."
Diane: He had an accent?
Coach: No.
Carla: Then why did you say it like, [German accent] your weight and your destiny?
Coach: Just a little color, Carla.

Sam: Listen, I don't want to hear any more about this. The scale is not magic. You can't take it seriously. And I'll tell you something, it's a sad world we live in when Sam Malone becomes the voice of reason.

Cliff: Now, now, now. Let me give you an opening hint from a guy who's opened a lot of these rascals. If you smack this baby right about here, Normie, it'll open up like a big walnut. That's the epicentre of the fulcrum as I remember. Yeah, you better step back, Diane. This thing'll shear your kneecaps off.
[As Cliff stands in front of the crate, Norm the back panel in the exact spot Cliff pointed to. The front panel pops off and lands on top of Cliff's head]
Norm: Cliffie. Cliff, are you all right?
Cliff: Uh, I can't find my shoes, Clyde. I think the dog got them.

Sam: "Sanderson, Florist."
Cliff: What's the occasion there, Sam?
Sam: For Diane.
Carla: Did she die?
Sam: Of course not.
Carla: Is she dying? Is she suffering in anyway? Throw me a bone.

Coach: See, Sam, they love it. I think this is going to be bigger than that amusement park in California. Uh, the one with the mouse and the duck.
Sam: Disneyland.
Coach: You're tough, Sam, but I'm gonna get you.

Norm: I feel so good, I'd like to set up the entire bar. But since that's financially impossible, I'll just settle for buying my buddy Cliff here a drink.
Cliff: Thank you, Norm. Chivas on the rocks.
Norm: What, 12-year-old Scotch? I was thinking more like a beer.
Cliff: Come on. This is great news. You got Vera back.
Norm: Yeah, Vera. Not Nastassja Kinsky. Vera.
Cliff: Beer, Coach.

Coach: Normie, tell me, what's it like to go out on a blind date and then you find out it's your own wife?
Norm: Well, we were both kind of nervous at first. Then we split some clams casino and a little Chateaubriand, a bottle of her favorite wine. Next thing you know, we went back to what used to be our place and... we kind of made love.
Sam: Well, you can't kind of make love, Norm.
Norm: You don't know Vera.

Carla: Oh, my God!
All: What?
Carla: It's happening! It's happening.
Diane: Sam, she's losing what's left of her grey matter. And I don't mean your underwear, Carla.