Cliff: Here's the connoisseur. Sam, our artist friend Mr. Semenko is here.
Sam: Hi, I'm Sam Malone, Mr Cementma- Samakama-
Phillip Semenko: That walking fire hydrant over there told me you were a man of taste and intelligence. I see no evidence of that.
Sam: Well, maybe he's exaggerating a little bit. You see, actually I'm new to this art thing, but I've heard a lot of good things about you. And I think you may be just the guy to get me out of the dog house with my girlfriend, here. You know, by painting a little picture of her. I don't care how you do this, as long as you make it look like exactly like her, and if you could have it here by tomorrow, that would be great. I got some snapshots here I took while we were up in the mountains. That's her on the left there. These were taken up in New Hampshire. We've got this little cabin. [chuckles] How about that? I'm wearing the funny hat there in that one. This one's, uh... This one's pretty good. It's shot up in the cabin right there. You ever get up that way? [Sam notices that all the photos he's been handing to Semenko are on the floor] I guess not. You know, it is OK if you hold these by the edges. Is there a problem here?
Phillip Semenko: Your existence. I was told I was coming here to meet a wealthy art investor who could fill my coffers. No, I'm not above that yet. Instead, I find myself face-to-face with a nightmarish product of our floundering American educational system.
Sam: Hey, hey, hey. I don't have to take that. Do l? Why don't we just call this whole thing off. Yeah, I'm not so crazy about your attitude.
Phillip Semenko: You, sir, are an ignorant man. You are all ignorant. You are all stuff to fill graves.
Coach: Don't forget to tell your friends about Cheers?