Cliff: Hey, look at that! It's snowing even harder out now.
Diane: Oh, it's a harbinger of good fortune!
Carla: You said it, bone butt! Snow today means dough tomorrow.
Woody: Hey, let's carry Mr. Peterson around the bar on our shoulders and then go play in the snow.
Sam: Let's go play in the snow.
Carla: Hold it! Hold it! Last one out's a Clavin.
Cliff: No, you're not. You're not gonna get me this time.
Diane: Oh, I'm always the Clavin.