Norm: No, Doris, I didn't write the damn letter, OK? I mean, I wrote the part about the Red Sox, but the other guys, they helped me with it. Cliff- Cliff wrote the word "prompt," didn't you, Cliffie?
Cliff: Oh, yeah, you bet.
Doris: Wow. And you don't even know me. Although, maybe in a way, you do.
Norm: Ooh, ooh. Red light. Red light, Cliff.
Cliff: Oh, what's the matter?
Norm: Frasier, come on, tell him. Come on!
Frasier: All right, but after this, you're on the clock. Cliff, you may think that you're getting involved in a nice conversation with this girl, but believe me, she will read volumes into everything you say and do.
Norm: Cliffie, it's like she's a zombie love slave, just willing to do anything to serve her man. You understand what I'm saying?
Cliff: Oh, yeah. Crystal clear. I got a live one. I don't even have to buy her a drink.