Norm: [enters] Afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm!
Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, Jack Frost nipping at your nose?
Norm: Yeah. Now let's get Joe Beer nipping at my liver, huh?

Woody: Mr. Clavin, how can you be delivering mail on the coldest day in Boston's history except for one?
Cliff: Well, a very good question there, young Woodman. It seems that like any member of your camel family, we Clavins have an extra... No, wait. That's how I can go without water for a week.

Norm: Well, I think I handled that one rather well, don't you, Wood? Could I have a celebratory beer, please?
Frasier: Handled it, my foot!
Norm: What?
Frasier: You mean to tell me you're going to pay that girl week after week just to stop following you and watching your every move, interrupting your beer drinking?
Norm: Come on, Fras, this is nothing. I bought Vera a house.