Peterson and Clavin: An Appreciation Blog

Where every day is Wendt's Day!


Cheers' real romance story revealed here.
nscadunine:

Cliffy bar
I am quite sure this was left on my desk by the same person who knows where I live.

nscadunine:

Cliffy bar

I am quite sure this was left on my desk by the same person who knows where I live.

Norm's final lines on Cheers (arranged together for tumblr)

elena-holodny:

Sammy, I didn’t want to say this in front of the others but, do you know what I think the most important thing in life is? Love. You wanna know what I love? I love that stool. If there’s a heaven, I don’t want to go there unless that stool is waiting for me. And I tell you what - even God better…

  • Norm Peterson: Morning everyone.
  • Everyone: Norm!
  • Sam Malone: What are you up to, Norm?
  • Norm: My ideal weight if I were 11 feet tall.

Cliff Clavin: [in comparison to a Jewish bris] The original rites of passage started with the jungle tribes down there in Borneo.
Norm Peterson: Yeah?
Cliff Clavin: When the young jungle tribal lad was on the brink of puberty, they’d bring him forward and take out this large sharpened clam shell…
Sam Malone: Oh, no, no, no don’t tell me…
Cliff Clavin: …they would fill it with dip, pass it around with the hors d’oeuvres…
Sam Malone: Oh.
Cliff Clavin: …then they’d take these two big jagged rocks in there…
Norm Peterson: Cliffy, Cliff, Cliff…
Cliff Clavin: …and bang them together to call in the tribes out of the hills, you know. Then the witch doctor stepped up with this long sharpened bamboo staff…
Sam Malone: Oh, here it comes.
Cliff Clavin: …and shoved it into the ground, hung a flag on it and they danced around it, pretty much, until they dropped, really.
Sam Malone: Oh, wait… When do they circumcise the kid?
Cliff Clavin: What do you mean circumcise? There are no Jews in Borneo, you moolyak.

—Cheers (via celltvculture)