Sam: What’ll you have Norm?
Norm: Well, I’m in a gambling mood Sam. I’ll take a glass of whatever comes out of that tap.
Sam: Looks like beer, Norm.
Norm: Call me Mr Lucky.
Chris
Sam: What’ll you have Norm?
Norm: Well, I’m in a gambling mood Sam. I’ll take a glass of whatever comes out of that tap.
Sam: Looks like beer, Norm.
Norm: Call me Mr Lucky.
Chris
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