Sam: [answers phone] Yeah. Yeah, as a matter of fact he is. Hold on one second, will you. Cliffie, telephone.
Carla: Somebody wants to talk to Cliff?
Norm: Cliffie. This is a first, bud. I don't think anyone's ever called you here before.
Cliff: Yeah, I know who this is. It's a tootsie on my route who's been eyeing the cut of my jib through her Levolors. Her old man's probably out of town, she's looking for a little C.O.D.: Cliffie on demand. I know how to handle this babe. [takes the phone] Hello. Listen, I never wanna speak to you again as long as I live. Goodbye. [hangs up]
Norm: Cliff, who was that?
Cliff: That was a man who has the nerve to call himself my father.
Carla: He'd have to have nerve to admit that.
Sam: Are you still carrying a grudge?
Cliff: Damn straight. How would you feel if your father deserted you at the formative age of 9?
Diane: Well, Cliff, don't you at least wanna hear what he has to say? Perhaps he's trying to make amends.
Cliff: No way. I don't wanna have anything to do with that bum.