Cheers1982

Sam Malone:
You know, there are hundreds of good, solid reasons why you two should not get married.

Joyce Pantusso, Coach's Niece:
Like?

Sam Malone:
Like... Like I forbid you to, young lady.

Joyce Pantusso, Coach's Niece:
Wait, you can't forbid me. You're not my father.

Sam Malone:
All right, all right. Woody, I forbid you to marry Joyce.

Woody Boyd:
Sam, you're only my boss.

Sam Malone:
Damn it, I'm gonna forbid somebody somethin', I'll tell ya.

[Norm gets up]

Sam Malone:
Norm, I forbid you to leave that stool.

Norm Peterson:
Sorry, Sam, nature calls.

Sam Malone:
Hey, hey! You go and you're cut off.

Norm Peterson:
Whatever you say, Pop.

[Norm sits back down]