Carla: Now we just got to finish it off with a real doozy. Does he have any disabilities you can make fun of?
Cliff: No. Well, his wife is not particularly a handsome woman.
Carla: Good, good. "Bark hello to your wife for me. Yours in disgust." Sign that.
Cliff: I'll sign it with pleasure. And I'll mail this at my earliest convenience.
Carla: Hawk it over. It's going out in today's mail.
Cliff: Good, good. Glad to hear it.
Carla: Look, Clavin, just think of this as your ticket out of Weenietown.
Cliff: Carla, I made that trip a long time ago.
Carla: Yeah, but they threw you out at Dinkville.