Norm: [enters] Afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm!
Sam: How's life in the fast lane, Normie?
Norm: Beats me. I can't find the on-ramp.

Cliff: Hey, hey, your brow is a little furrowed there, my friend. What's the boney, Maroney?
Norm: Well, Vera's getting the urge to go on vacation again.
Sam: Oh.
Cliff: Don't worry. It'll pass. Happens every year.
Norm: No, I think she's serious this time. Maps have been unfolded.
Jackie: Where does she wanna go?
Norm: The tropics. Says she wants to lay in the sand and bake in the sun. I offered a compromise. I said, just turn up the radiator and stick your feet in the cat box.
Frasier: And she didn't go for that?
Norm: No, no. It's my own damn fault. You know, I think I've spoiled that woman.

Sam: So how'd it go?
Carla: Well, I had a problem with one of the customers.
Sam: Oh, yeah, what?
Carla: He refused to keep his hands on me.