Sam: Seriously, how come you're here this early?
Norm: Ah, my supervisor got sick. Had to go home early. So he left me in charge of the office. So I closed it. Hey, you know, I thought I'd stop by, have a few beers and figure out what to do with the day. After all, I have 24 golden hours to spend on Norm Peterson. Any suggestions?
Sam: If it was me, I'd be out there sailing. Perfect weather, the waters won't be crowded.
Norm: I get seasick, though. I don't know.
Sam: Well, you can always go to the driving range and work on your slice.
Norm: No, I don't have my clubs with me.
Sam: Well, how about checking out that gym you've been putting off joining?
Norm: I'm not in the mood for sweat, you know.
Sam: Well, you could set up that workshop in your garage.
Norm: I'd have to clean it all out first. It's a mess.
Sam: Well, Norm, you could sit here all day shooting down my ideas and drinking beer.
Norm: Wait a minute. I think we're onto something here, huh? What do you say you put a head here on this thing, and let's hear some more of those suggestions.
Sam: Let's see, how about skydiving?
Norm: Nah, mess up my hair.