Cliff: OK, Norm, so he blew one. He's not a god.
Norm: [sobs] He was to me.
Cliff: There, there. [Cliff helps Norm blow his nose]
Norm: My world doesn't make sense any more.
Cliff: What's going on there, Sam? I mean, what went wrong?
Sam: Boy, if you ask me, that girl's got a big problem.
Diane: You're right. It's called good taste.
Norm: Oh, well, there you go.
Cliff: That explains it, yeah.

Cliff: Oh, hey, Coach. I think I know somebody who's in love.
Coach: Oh, good, buy them a beer, Cliff, so am l.
Cliff: No, Coach. Coach, I meant you.
Coach: No, I don't need a beer. I'm just too happy as it is.

Coach: Oh, Sam, sorry things with you and Sue didn't work out.
Sam: No, don't worry about it. Who needs that walking Frigidaire anyway?

Cliff: Hey, Norm, you know what the back of my head looks like normally. Check now.
Norm: Ooh, every hair at attention. Except for that one. Snap to, Mr!

Coach: I've realize I've only known her for three weeks, but this is the night. I'm going to ask her to marry me.
Diane: You're kidding me!
Cliff: All right!
Sam: Hey, come here, you little devil! Listen, you've been single for a long time. Are you sure about this?
Coach: Sure, I'm sure, Sam. You know something, Sam? I think even my Angela would have liked this lady. Don't you think?
Sam: Yeah, I think she would have.
Coach: I figured, why put it off? You know, we're both not kids any more.

Coach: Well, now, I've written down a few ideas and I guess they're gonna have to do the trick. But, Normie, should I ask her before we order because, you know, I don't want to ask with something in my teeth, especially if it's green.
Norm: Why don't you just play it safe and drape a napkin over your head.
Coach: Not bad.

Coach: What's wrong, sweetheart?
Irene: I just-
Coach: What?
Irene: I can't believe it. Ernie, I won the lottery! Two million dollars!
Coach: Oh, my God! Two million bucks!
Irene: I think I'm a little woozy.

Diane: Sam, get some brandy.
Carla: Yeah, make it the good stuff. She can afford it. Look, look, Irene, whatever you do, don't tell me that was the only ticket you ever bought. Even if it was.
Irene: It's a deal.
Carla: I knew it! Sam!

Norm: I think we ought to have a drink to celebrate.
Irene: I'm buying!
Norm: I thought of that, too.

Irene: I can't believe it. I'm stinking rich!
Coach: Listen, I'd better go up and tell Vic we're going to be a little late, huh? Oh, boy, what a night! [exits]
Sam: Oh, my goodness! Gee, how about that, Irene? What a night for you, huh.
Diane: Imagine, two such wonderful developments in a matter of minutes.
Irene: Yes, I won the lottery! And... What was the other thing?