Cliff: Carla, might I have a word? Look, you know, I know how you always like to poke fun at me and whatnot, but I'd really appreciate it if you stayed away from one area in particular that I'm really sensitive about. That is my ears.
Carla: I don't make jokes about your ears. Why would I make jokes about- Oh, my God! I never noticed those satellite dishes before. Gee, I must have been distracted by the other atrocities attached to your head.
Cliff: Yeah, well, look, just hear me out on this one, will you? Last night I went through my insurance policy and I discovered that I'm eligible for an ear tuck. You know, it's going to be hard enough for me to go through without you razzing me all the time. So all I want to ask is that you please, please, please not, after I do it, make my life a living hell.
Carla: This really means a lot to you.
Cliff: It's the most important thing in my life.
Carla: Yeah, well, go ahead. Get it done. We'll see.
Cliff: Oh, and one other thing, Carla. Would you kind of lay off about how I live with my mother?
Carla: Oh, gee wizz, Cliff, you've got to give me something. What am I going to tease you about?
Cliff: Uh, I'm not the most tidy guy in the world.
Carla: Oh, OK. I'll limit myself to that.
Cliff: Thank you, Carla.
Carla: You're welcome. By the way, your mother called. She said you left your earmuffs in the driveway and no one can get out. That was a tidy tease.