Norm: Well, I'm meeting a prospective client and his wife here. He runs a huge dairy. He's looking for someone to take care of his books.
Cliff: All right. He wants to squeeze a little bit more out of his taxes there, huh?
Woody: That's a very funny joke, Mr. Clavin. You got any udders?
Cliff: "Udders."
Norm: All right, guys. This is exactly the kind of sparkling wit that I'm talking about, okay? Now, it's really important that I impress these people, so I'd appreciate it if you'd kind of leave me alone with the Brubakers.
Cliff: Yeah, yeah. Listen to the man, fellas. Don't worry, Normie, I'll keep them away from us.
Norm: All right, Cliff, that last comment was specifically addressed to you, okay?
Cliff: What are you saying, Norm? What, you're ashamed of your best friend, huh? Afraid I'm gonna embarrass you? Afraid I'm gonna be a big bore?
Norm: Thanks for understanding, Cliff.
Cliff: All right. All right, Norm, my lips are sealed. I'm mute. You won't hear another word out of me on any subject.
Carla: [to Norm] How did you do it?