If you ever wished you could remember Norm's greetings on "Cheers" ... here you go. SAM: "What's shaking Norm?" NORM: "All four cheeks & a couple of chins." SAM: "What's new Normie?" NORM: "Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach & they're demanding beer." SAM: "What'd you like Normie?" NORM: "A reason to live. Give me another beer." SAM: "What'll you have Normie?" NORM: "Well, I'm in a gambling mood Sammy. I'll take a glass of whatever comes out of that tap." SAM: "Looks like beer, Norm." NORM: "Call me Mister Lucky." SAM: "Hey Norm, how's the world been treating you?" NORM: "Like a baby treats a diaper." WOODY: "What's the story Mr. Peterson?" NORM: "The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let's cut to the happy ending." WOODY: "Hey Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you." NORM: "I know, if she calls, I'm not here." SAM: "Beer, Norm?" NORM: "Have I gotten that predictable? Good." SAM: "Whatcha up to Norm?" NORM: "My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall." WOODY: "How's it going Mr. Peterson?" NORM: "Poor." WOODY: "I'm sorry to hear that." NORM: "No, I mean pour." SAM: "How's life treating you Norm?" NORM: "Like it caught me sleeping with its wife." SAM: "What's going down, Normie?" NORM: "My butt cheeks on that bar stool." WOODY: "Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?" NORM: "Alright, but stop me at one....make that one-thirty." WOODY: "How's it going Mr. Peterson?" NORM: "It's a dog eat dog world, Woody & I'm wearing Milk Bone underwear." SAM: "What's the story Norm?" NORM: "Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy meets another beer." WOODY: "What's going on Mr. Peterson?" NORM: "The question is what's going in Mr. Peterson? A beer please, Woody." WOODY: "Can I pour you a beer Mr. Peterson?" NORM: "A little early isn't it, Woody?" WOODY: "For a beer?" NORM: "No, for stupid questions."