Cliff: Uh, excuse me, Mr. Mayor. We haven't had the honor yet. I'm somebody who sort of writes you about once a week. You might remember the name. Cliff Clavin?
Mayor Raymond Flynn: Clavin. Clavin. Why does that name ring a bell?
Male Aide: Your Honor. [whispering]
Mayor Raymond Flynn: Oh, my God. He's the one.
Female Aide See if he's armed.
[A policeman tackles Cliff]
Cliff: There's got to be a mistake here. I mean, I'm not a fanatic. I'm a member of the U.S. Postal Service.
Mayor Raymond Flynn: Yep, he's the guy all right.
Cliff: What are you talking about? You're just miffed because you didn't get an inaugural fruitcake on your election. Well, you can hold your breath, pal, 'cause when I get out of jail... [is dragged out]
Sam: Excuse me, Your Honor, we've known Cliff Clavin for a long time. He's OK.
Female Aide: So you don't think he could snap and become violent?
Norm: Uh... Well, OK might be too strong of a word.