Norm: I think that ought to do it.
Rebecca: What do you mean "that ought to do it?" You need to cut another bar out of there. People have to squeeze through there.
Norm: Rebecca, trust me. I've spent a lifetime learning how to do the least amount of work for any given task. This'll fit the bill.
Rebecca: I- I just don't think anybody's really gonna be able to fit through there.
Norm: Even I could fit through there. Watch this. Look. You just you just sort of... [grunting] up and through... Well, that's it.
Rebecca: That's it what? You're not halfway through.
Norm: No, that's it, I'm stuck. I'll be in Cheers the rest of my life. Guess you have to be careful what you wish for.
Rebecca: Let me see if I can get you unstuck. [grunting] Oh, gosh. That's it, you are stuck. Sam! Carla!
Norm: You'd better hurry, Rebecca, 'cause I think I see that damned Chihuahua again. Hey, there's a whole pack of Chihuahuas. I hope they're Chihuahuas! Oh, my God!