Cliff: Look, uh, this is... This is... [Norm clears his throat] Yeah. We're runnin' out of time here. He's- He's already two stages beyond anything I've seen before, so I- I think you'd better give him the stool.
Man: I'm- l'm sorry. We're sitting here.
[Norm grunts and falls to the floor with a thud]
Cliff: Norm? Norm! Norm!
[As a crowd forms. Cliff and Norm break through the hubbub to take their seats at the bar]
Cliff: Uh, what's all the commotion about?
Norm: Who cares? Set 'em up, Wood.