Norm Quote #28
Quote from Norm in Friends, Romans, Accountants
Diane: Let me see if I've got this straight? You want me to entertain a man I've never met.
Norm: All I'm asking you is to pour the guy a few drinks and chat with him. You don't have to go home with him or anything. Though if you do, I'll drive. I'm joking around, Diane.
Diane: Norman, I'm going to walk away and pretend that you never asked me to do this.
Norm: Hey, Diane, this could work out for you, too. You might like this guy. He's intelligent. He went to Harvard Business School.
Diane: Sam?
Sam: It's true. I can't believe your job depends on you finding this guy a woman.
Diane: That's right. What you're doing is demeaning and dehumanising, not just to me but to yourself.
Norm: I get it. You think I'm a kissy, right? It's easy for you two to talk. Diane's attractive, she's got brains. Sammy, hey, good-looking guy, a baseball star. I've got nothing. My only hope in life is to find someone with something and try to make them like me.
Sam: Norm-
Norm: Yes, yes. So as long as there are boots to be licked, apples to be polished and fannies to be kissed, I'll be there.
Diane: First time I saw a man strut and grovel at the same time.
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Quote from Carla
Norm: Carla, do you suppose?
Carla: Oh, no, no. No, Norm. Don't look at me. I got four kids and I sure ain't looking for anymore.
Norm: I'm not asking you to have sex with the guy.
Carla: Doesn't matter. I'm what you call a fast breeder. A man winks at me and I'm three months along.
Quote from Norm
Norm: [enters] Afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm!
Diane: Norman.
Coach: How's life, Norm?
Norm: Not for the squeamish, Coach.
Quote from Diane
Diane: Norman, perhaps I can give you an idea that you could actually use. I think parties are the most fun when you can shed your everyday mundane identity and be someone else. Back in college, I held a party where everyone came as their favorite Elizabethan poet. I remember... It was so great, I chose Christopher Marlowe because I was deeply into Dr. Faustus at the time. But I still get letters from people who loved it, Norman. Loved it.
Sam: Say, didn't we used to have a weekly Elizabethan Poet Night?
Norm: Yeah, started getting too rowdy.
Cliff: Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I remember the night you were charged with practicing iambic pentameter without a licence.
Diane: You know, Sam, if I'm to serve both as a waitress and the butt of jokes, I should make more money.
Carla: Yeah, what does a good butt make in this town?
Diane: Okay, Norman, in keeping with the spirit of this establishment, and its patrons, I suggest you get totally down in the mud and throw a toga party.
Norm: A toga party? You mean, where they dress up in sheets?
Diane: Oh, I'm sure you'd love it. It's a stupid fraternity tradition where a bunch of borderline humans stand around swilling beer and vomiting on themselves, until the inevitable denouement when they raise their robes to reveal the depths of their personalities.