Cliff: So where's Rootie Kazootie?
Norm: George? Hmm, the guy turned out to be a real jerk. He saw some friends of his at the game, right? At the end of the first period, he goes and sits with them and leaves me there.
Cliff: Well, it happens, Norm. You know, friend turns against friend.
Norm: Yeah, I guess so. Want to goshoot some pool?
Cliff: What? You want to shoot pool with me? Hey, everybody, Norm has deigned to ask me to shoot pool with him. Oh, Normie, Normie. Do I have time to get down on my knees and thank the very God I pray to that you've selected me?
Norm: OK, but hurry. I don't have much... We shouldn't lose that table there.
Cliff: Oh, Norm, I just hope I can be as delightful and effervescent a companion as you're used to.
Norm: Okay, this is like sarcasm, right?
Cliff: Yeah, you're a real tack, Norm.