Norm: [enters] Evening, everybody.
All: Norm!
Sam: What do you say, Norm?
Norm: Well, I never met a beer I didn't drink. And down it goes, huh?

Phyllis: Oh, Norm, where did we go wrong?
Norm: I don't know. I've been racking my brain trying to figure it out. I mean, day after day, night after night, I sit on that stool out there wondering, "Why did she lose interest in me?"

Diane: "Love bunny"?
Sam: What's wrong with that?
Diane: How dare you callously and cruelly lump me in with the other conglomeration of Twinkies that constitutes your sexual past.
Sam: There's just no pleasing that woman.