Margaret: After I was fired, I wandered around aimlessly, nowhere to go and didn't know what to do. And as I was crossing the bridge, I actually thought I'd do something desperate.
Cliff: Oh, no, you don't mean...
Margaret: Yes, UPS. Then I thought, why should I do that? There are alternatives. And I came up with a wonderful idea. The Canadian Postal Service.
Cliff: Canada? Geez, why would you want to go up there?
Margaret: The mail's the mail, Cliff. It knows no national boundaries. Come with me.
Cliff: What?
Margaret: I've got two tickets, Cliff. We could start a new life there together.
Cliff: Geez, Maggie, I don't know.
Carla: Go, marry her, be happy. Just don't have any children.
Cliff: What the heck, I mean, we've come this far. We might as well go the whole nine yards, huh?
Margaret: Let's go!