Norm: Come on, Cliff. You don't really care about her. Admit it.
Cliff: Come on, Norm. Of course I care about the girl. I mean, I'm the one who said she was prompt.
Norm: You're a mailman. What the hell do you know about prompt?
Cliff: All right. That's it, Peterson. I'm trained in the art of self-defense. All postal carriers are.
Norm: Ooh, I'm really shaking, Cliff. What are you going to do, speed sort me?