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.”

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WOODY: “What’s going on, Mr. Peterson?”
NORM: “The question is what’s going in Mr. Peterson? A beer please, Woody.”

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SAM: “What’s the story, Norm?”
NORM: “Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy meets another beer.”

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WOODY: “Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?”
NORM: “All right, but stop me at one. Make that one-thirty.”

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SAM: “What’s going down, Normie?”
NORM: “My butt cheeks on that bar stool.”

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WOODY: “How’s it going, Mr. Peterson?”
NORM: “Poor.” WOODY: “I’m sorry to hear that.”
NORM: “No, I mean pour.”

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WOODY: “What’s the story, Mr. Peterson?”
NORM: “The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let’s cut to the happy ending.”

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SAM: “What’d you like, Normie?”
NORM: “A reason to live. Give me another beer.”

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SAM: “What’s new, Normie?”
NORM: “Terrorists, Sam. They’ve taken over my stomach & they’re demanding beer.”