Cliff: Buon giorno, Norm.
Norm: Cliffie.
Cliff: Yeah. Kind of bright out there today, huh?
Norm: Yeah, I wouldn't know.
Cliff: Yeah. I feel sorry for all those people that have to squint.
Norm: Say, Cliff, those wouldn't be new glasses, would they?
Cliff: Oh, hey, you noticed, huh? Yeah, Italian imports. Sixty-five smack-a-roonies. That's right. Notice the sleek, European styling there, the sturdy reinforced frames, and the hi-tech, shatterproof reflective lenses that allow me to scope out the dollies without drawing attention to myself.
Carla: You could walk up to them naked with your hair on fire and not draw attention to yourself.
Cliff: Yeah? What would you know? They only work on women.
Carla: You! They seem to have given you courage. Prove it.
Cliff: Well, what do you mean?
Norm: Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing a little demonstration myself.
Cliff: All right, all right. All right. All right!
Norm: You've got the shades. What are you worrying about?
Cliff: [to a woman] Excuse me.
Woman: Oh, perfect! [applies lipstick while looking at her reflection in Cliff's glasses] Thanks.