Cliff: Hey, hold on there, sport.
Mail Man: Yeah?
Cliff: As you can see, I'm wearing the colors myself here. And as most veteran postal carrier, I can only say I'm shocked and dismayed.
Mail Man: Sir?
Cliff: Department policy regarding uniform states, son, and I quote, "Uniform should be buttoned up to and including the second button from the collar of said shirt." You're letting us down, son.
Mail Man: I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean any harm.
Cliff: It's all right, son. I was green once, too. You'll make it.
Mail Man: Thank you, sir. I'll try to do better.
Cliff: Carry on.
Coach: Here's your beer, Cliff.
Mail Man: Cliff? Say, you're not, by any chance, Cliff Clavin?
Cliff: Sure am. You heard of me?
Mail Man: Your name is kind of a symbol around our branch office.
Cliff: Is that right?
Mail Man: Yeah, well, like, just the other day I messed up and my supervisor told me to get my head out of my Clavin.