Diane: Clifford, get back here.
Cliff: Oh, look, isn't it obvious what I did here?
Coach: Yeah, it's obvious what you've done. You've run your best friend Norm up the river.
Cliff: We're in trouble here. I mean, my job's hanging by a thread. Norm's in jail anyway. Just leave him there a little longer while I figure out what's the best thing to do for all concerned here. Norm will be OK.
Carla: Hey, look, Norm isn't at some party, you know? I mean, by now he's probably had all his valuables taken, been strip-searched, been deloused and thrown into some dark, cold cell with a sex-starved pervert.
Cliff: So? That's how he describes a typical evening at home.