Norm Quote #633
Quote from Norm in Don't Paint Your Chickens
Cliff: Hey, weren't you supposed to have a painting job today?
Norm: You're right, Cliffie, I did, but I screwed it up. Turns out I was supposed to show up yesterday. So they went ahead and hired somebody else. Like they couldn't open the restaurant a damn day later.
Cliff: Well, you know, you might be the world's greatest house painter... although who would know the difference? But, you know, as a businessman, you really leave a lot to be desired, you know. You haven't had a job in three months.
Norm: Cliff, you're absolutely right. I could do something about that. Or I could sit right here and feel sorry for myself and nurse this beer all day. And since I'm already here...
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Quote from Rebecca
Rebecca: Well, everyone, you are looking at a winner.
Carla: You were the best kisser-upper? Gee, what does that trophy look like?
Rebecca: I did not kiss up. I gave an interview. I gave one hell of an interview. I was tough, I was insightful, I was witty. Meryl Streep will play me in the movie.
Quote from Rebecca
Rebecca: Wait a minute. Here we have a man who doesn't know how to promote his business. And here we have a woman who knows everything about promotion, but has never really been given a chance. Now, if I can turn a beer-guzzling nobody into a successful businessman, then those guys down there at corporate will see that I can do anything.
Norm: Uh, much as I love your pitch, Rebecca, uh, I'm not comfortable working with friends.
Rebecca: Oh, forget about friends. In the cold light of reason, consider this: Please, please, please, for Becky?
Norm: Nah, nah, I'd rather work by myself.
Rebecca: Okay, fine, Norm, fine. I'll just go back to what I was doing. Going over these delinquent bar accounts. Whoa. Now there's a rather huge one in the "P" section.
Norm: [sighs] Welcome to Team Peterson.
Quote from Cliff
Rebecca: Oh. I don't believe this! And I thought they were really impressed with me, and they were just staring at this big, old stupid ink blot.
Woody: It's not that bad, Miss Howe. It's kind of decorative. It looks like, uh, a bunny.
Carla: No, no, it looks like a spider.
Sam: Or a butterfly.
Cliff: Uh, it looks like my parents having a screaming argument on my third birthday when I pretended to be asleep but wasn't. Or a butterfly.