Norb: “We were talkin’ ’bout bones.” Papa: “What kind of bones? Dinosaur bones?” Norb: “Chick bones…chick bones are da best bones.”
Norbert: “Der’s no toys, der’s no cooking, der’s no anyfing. Da pweist will arrest you!”
Norbert: “Can you stop da wind?”
Schola: “What’s your name?” Norb: “Um…’cutus of Borg?”
