Carla: Great, great work, Sammy. You just argued your way into spending Saturday night with three Dianes.
Norm: She's right. That Sumner guy's a major brain, Sam.
Cliff: Yeah, he's an intellectual pit bull, Sammy. If he senses fear, he'll attack. Reduce you to blubbering flesh in front of your sweet pea there.
Sam: He does seem kind of nasty, doesn't he?
Norm: Ooh, he's mean, Sam.
Sam: Yeah, but it's not like I'm stupid, is it? [off their silence] Oh, my God! What am I doing here? I'm gonna look like an idiot.