As explained by Cliff Claven to Norm Peterson on an episode of Cheers
'Well you see, Norm, it's like this . . A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the heard is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. And that, Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few beers.'
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Like I needed another reason to drink.
And here's some classic Norm for ya.
“How’s a beer sound, Norm?”
“I dunno. I usually finish them before they get a word in.”
“Whatcha up to Norm?”
“My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall.”
“What’s shaking, Norm?”
“All four cheeks and a couple of chins.” “What would you say to a nice beer, Normie?”
“Going Down?”
“What would you say to a beer, Normie?”
“Daddy wuvs you.”
“What would you say to a beer, Norm?”
“Hiya, sailor. New in town?”
“What’s new, Normie?”
“Terrorists, Sam. They’ve taken over my stomach and they’re demanding beer.”
“What’ll it be, Normie?”
“Just the usual Coach. I’ll have a froth of beer and a snorkel.”
“What’d you like, Normie?”
“A reason to live. Give me another beer.”
“What’ll you have, Normie?”
“Well, I’m in a gamb|ing mood Sammy. I’ll take a glass of whatever comes out of that tap.”
“Looks like beer, Norm.”
“Call me Mister Lucky.”
“Can I draw you a beer, Norm ?”
“No, I know what they look like. Just pour me one.”
“How’s it going Mr. Peterson?”
“Poor.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“No, I said pour.”
“Hey Norm, how’s the world been treating you?”
“Like a baby treats a diaper.”
“How’s life treating you Norm?”
“Like it caught me sleeping with its wife.”
“What’s going down, Normie?”
“My butt cheeks on that bar stool.”
“Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?”
“Alright, but stop me at one… On second thoughts, make that one-thirty.”
“What’d you say, Norm?”
“Any cheap, tawdry thing that will get me a beer.”
“Whaddya say, Norm?”
“Well, I never met a beer I didn’t drink.”
“Can I pour you a beer Mr. Peterson?”
“A little early isn’t it, Woody?”
“For a beer?”
“No, for stupid questions.”
“Hey Mr. Peterson, there’s a cold one waiting for you.”
“I know… If she calls, I’m not here.”
