Cliff: Eh, buono sera, mi amigos.
Sam: Hey, Cliffie, how's your leg?
Cliff: Oh, stiffening up there, Sammy. Uh, the muscle's all cramped, and I think the, uh, wound's getting a little infected. And the mental anguish that goes along with this... You know, you just you just can't put a price on this.
Norm: Well, let me guess here. You've seen an attorney.
Cliff: Yep. Yeah, yeah, the guy said that, uh, you know, 97% of all these canine attack cases, decided in favor of the postman.
Sam: Well, good for you, Cliff. You deserve to get a little satisfaction out of this.
Cliff: Yeah, yeah, about, uh, two hundred thousand clams' worth?
Sam: Two hundred thousand?!
Norm: Two hundred thousand dollars? Dinner is on Cliff, all right? Huh, what do you say, buddy? I'll go upstairs, snag us a table, check out the specials. I'll be right back.