How would a beer feel, Mr. Peterson?
How would a beer feel, Mr. Peterson?
Norm!
I'm sorry, Mr. Clavin, that was so rude of me to say. Sometimes I don't know who I am anymore since I moved to this city. Can you ever forgive me?
Mr. Clavin, you're the smartest man I know so I might be way off here, but I think you're missing the chance to reply to Mr. Peterson when he said "The same".
Hey, Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you.