Mrs. Clavin: [v.o.] Would you like another piece of pie, Cliffie?
Cliff: [v.o.] Oh, well, I shouldn't, but I can't resist your gooseberry pie, Mom.
Mrs. Clavin: Wipe your chin, dear. That's a good boy. Did you have a nice time tonight at Cheers?
Cliff: Yeah, it was OK.
Mrs. Clavin: Did you meet any young ladies?
Cliff: Well, no, but there was some excitement. Remember I told you about the Coach and that woman Irene? Well, tonight he asked her to marry him and she said yeah. Next thing you know, she gets a call from her daughter and Irene's won the lottery. Two million smackers.
Mrs. Clavin: Oh, good Lord.
Cliff: Yeah, yeah. We're kind of worried, though. I mean, she forgot about Coach when she won that dough.
Mrs. Clavin: Well, maybe it'll work out. Cliffie, when are you going to take me to Cheers to meet your friends?
Cliff: [quietly] When hell freezes over.
Mrs. Clavin: What was that?
Cliff: When I get the front seat of the car fixed, Ma.
Mrs. Clavin: Fine.