Cliff: Uh, Maggie... Hold on! Maggie! I'm ready to make a commitment. Hey... Maggie, I can see.
Margaret: Oh, really? Honey, that's wonderful.
Cliff: l, uh... I want you to be my honey.
Margaret: Well, then, I don't want to wait any longer. I'm going to rush over to my hotel, and I'm going to get my stuff, and I'll meet you in an hour at your apartment. [exits]
Sam: Hey, man, congratulations. I am so proud of you.
Cliff: I'll see you later.
[As Cliff tries to stand up, he falls face first into the bar snacks on the table]
Cliff: Uh, there's one thing.
Sam: What's that?
Cliff: I seem to be paralyzed from the waist down.