Norm: Cliffie, where did you get that stuff?
Cliff: Construction site next door, Normie. I want to give you a little demonstration of what might would have happened to that guy if I hadn't kept a hood on my anger.
Coach: Sam, what's he doing with the shoe off?
Sam: Hey, you don't have to do this. Listen, this is nothing to go fooling around with.
Diane: He is not fooling around. He's a black belt.
Cliff: Hold it right there.
Norm: I'm not going to a splinter, am I?
Cliff: Just keep a good grip on that, Normie.
Carla: You know, Cliff, you're really crazy. This thing is solid.
Cliff: Yeah, it's just the way I like them, Carla. Solid.
[Cliff karate kicks the plank of wood in half, and chops the brick in half with his head]
Diane: Bravo! [applause]
Sam: Get that sucker back in here!
Cliff: Now that I've proved my point, goodbye to you all forever.
Alan: Oh, Cliff, Cliff, Cliff. Come on back in here and let us set you up, huh?
Cliff: All right. But I'd like to have a little word with Diane first.
Diane: Oh, all right.
Cliff: Diane, look, I've never taken a karate lesson in my life. Could you get me to a hospital quick?
Diane: Um... Goodnight, everyone. Cliff is, um, going to walk me to my car for my protection.
Cliff: Anybody got a problem with that?
All: No.
[As the gang in the bar inspect the broken wood and brick, Diane carries Cliff up the stairs on her back.]