Norm: [enters] Afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm!
Diane: Norman.
Sam: Hey, what's happening, Norm?
Norm: You know, it's a dog-eat-dog world, Sammy, and I'm wearing Milk-Bone underwear.

Norm: [on the phone] Hi, Vera. Listen, honey, no point beating around the bush here. I didn't get the promotion. In fact, I just got so mad at the guy, I just went ahead and quit. Yeah. Yes. Yes, they did, they gave me a reason, hon. They said that... Well, what they said was, I'm just not the right man for the job, you know. You just face it, honey, I'm a loser. I don't know why you just don't go just pack up your bags and leave me. Hello? That's very funny. That's cute. Listen, sweetie. There's something I have to tell you. Even on a terrible day like today, I feel like I'm the luckiest man in the world, because I married you. I don't know. I've had two, three, maybe. I'll talk to you later. Yeah. [hangs up]
Diane: Norman?
Norm: Yeah.
Diane: That's one of the finest things I have ever seen a man do. Yes.
Norm: How great, I'm unemployed.
Woody: Don't worry, Mr. Peterson. Something else will come along.
Norm: No, no, I mean, great, I'm unemployed. Give me a beer here.

Norm: I made the mistake of telling Vera that if I get the promotion, we could buy a new house. You know, so... It's always been a dream of hers to have house with a bathroom so big, if you fall down, you won't hit your head on anything.
Cliff: Well, now, that's smart. That's smart. Because, little-known fact, 42% of all deaths in America are caused by accidents in the home.
Carla: So were you.