Norm: Chekhov.
Cliff: Nope, Norm, it was Ibsen. Ibsen.
Norm: I'm telling you, it was Chekhov, Cliffie. I can remember what it was. "The Cherry Orchard."
Cliff: You're full of it, Norm. It was Ibsen. It was "The Master Builder."
Norm: It was Chekhov.
Cliff: Ibsen, Ibsen, Ibsen.
Norm: Chekhov, Chekhov...
Cliff: Ibsen!
Diane: Excuse me. I don't mean to stop you, by any means, but you are talking about Anton Chekhov and Henrik Ibsen?
Norm: Of course we're talking about Anton Chekhov and Henrik Ibsen. Now, Cliffie, listen to me on this one...
Diane: Oh, this is wonderful! Perhaps I might be of some assistance. I would love in some small way to contribute to your literary inquiry.
Norm: Well, I suppose she can help?
Diane: Please, please.
Cliff: Oh, yeah, if anybody can, you can.
Diane: I'd like to think so.
Cliff: Okay, all right, what were you watching on TV that night when Norm stuffed his face full of cheese doodles and whistled "The Way We Were"?
Diane: Ibsen. And it was taco chips.
Cliff: Pay up. Let's go.
Norm: All right, all right. Now that I think about it, I guess it was Chekhov and cheese doodles the night Artie Sullivan tried to prove he could comb his hair with his feet.
Cliff: Yeah, you're on thin ice arguing the classics with me.