Norm: Cliffie, who died?
Cliff: The old Cliff Clavin, that's who, Normie.
Sam: Nice threads.
Cliff: Ah, thank you, Sammy. Can I have a little drink there, uh, Woody? We have, uh, enough time before Madeline and I go out to dinner this evening.
Norm: Wait a minute, are you still seeing each other?
Cliff: Every day this week, buddy.
Sam: Oh, things are getting pretty hot, huh?
Cliff: Sammy, our relationship is not based merely on the physical, huh?
Norm: He isn't getting any.