Homer: Ooh, this looks like a nice friendly place.
Carla: Sammy, you're too old to go on a date with two twins on the same
night you're supposed to marry Diane without Rebecca knowing.
Sam: OK, Carla, I'll make you a bet: if this affects my major league
comeback, I'll sell my bar.
Norm: Woody...gimme a beer.
Woody: I think you've had enough, Mr. Peterson. My chiropractor says I
can't carry you home any more.
Norm: Just gimme another beer, you brain-dead hick! [grabs wine
bottle, smashes it, holds it by the neck]
I'll kill you! I'll kill all of you!
Cliff: [restraining him] Whoa, settle down, Normy. Gotta save those
pipes for Karaoke.
Homer: [gasps] Whoa! [runs out]
Norm: I love you guys...[weeps]
-- You wanna go where everybody knows their character,
"Fear of Flying"
