Carla: Sammy, you might as well make that entry in your diary right now because no mortal woman can resist this package.
Sam: No, no, we're just having dinner.
Carla: Uh-ho!
Norm: Oh, right, yeah. Columbus was just going on a little boat ride, huh?
Cliff: Oh, it turns out that's true, Norm. He told the missus he was just stepping out for lunch, and, uh, took a left instead of a right at the Isle of, uh, Langerhans, and before you know it, uh, he's trading trinkets for Miami Beach.
Carla: Cliff, you should write a book.
Cliff: Why, thank you, Carla.
Carla: No, I mean right now. [Cliff laughs] I mean it. Look, here's a pencil and some paper. Go on in the back room, and don't come out until you have 60,000 words.