Carla: Hey, Norm, you better get used to what you're doing there, man. They got all-male crews on those ships.
Cliff: OK, Norm, joke's over. Knock it off. It's ended. Norm...
[Norm stops as he gets to the door. He turns back and sits down on the steps.]
Cliff: You kidder. Boy, you had us going there for a while.
Norm: Wingtips are for accountants, Cliffie. I'm a beachcomber now. [exits]
Cliff: Normie's gone.