Rebecca: It's from Robin. "Dear Rebecca, I'll be free on Monday. If you're free as well, would you care to join me in holy matrimony?" Oh, my God. This is a proposal! [gasps] In three days, I'm gonna be Mrs. Robin Colcord.
Norm: Yeah, that is a cause for a special celebration. Woody, I think I'll have a beer.
Woody: Well, congratulations, Ms. Howe. I mean, gosh, you know I may not be the most inarticulate guy in the world, but...
Cliff: Wait, wait, wait, don't you mean articulate?
Woody: Well, isn't it the same thing like flammable and inflammable? Boy, I learned that one the hard way.