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Fortune finishes the great quotations, #17
"This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet."
Juliet, this bud's for you.
Coach: Can I draw you a beer, Norm?
Norm: No, I know what they look like. Just pour me one.
-- Cheers, No Help Wanted
Coach: How about a beer, Norm?
Norm: Hey I'm high on life, Coach. Of course, beer is my life.
-- Cheers, No Help Wanted
Coach: How's a beer sound, Norm?
Norm: I dunno. I usually finish them before they get a word in.
-- Cheers, Fortune and Men's Weights
👃 🐠 🐝 🌋 🌳 💙 🐟 😺 🌂 🥒 🍇 🏓 🎍 👳 📕 🎫
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