Cliff: So, uh, Normie, you think you'll be, uh, through, uh, painting my apartment tomorrow, or what?
Norm: Yeah, I'll finish up tomorrow. Can you have a, uh, check ready for me, Cliff?
Cliff: Well, I'll, uh give you one now. Uh, okay, pay to the order of Norman Peterson one zillion dollars! [laughter] There you go! Buy yourself a yacht, young fella.
Norm: Cliff, uh, you are going to pay me for this job, aren't you?
Cliff: Hey, Normie, look, you, uh, didn't charge me last year when you painted Ma's house, did you?
Norm: Well, that was before I was a professional.
Cliff: Oh, I'll say. We never did get those windows unstuck.