Cliff: Well, that- That did sort of hurt my back a little bit. You know, I wondered if you might... Uh, no, never mind. I could never ask you.
Carla: Oh, no, Cliff. Uh, would you like me to get you something for your back? Some, uh, heating pad or some Doan's Pills?
Cliff: Well, well, you know a little, uh, back rub might help a little.
Carla: Wouldn't you rather have a heating pad or some Doan's Pills?
Cliff: Right there between the, uh, scapuli.
Carla: Why, uh, sure. [rubs Cliff's back]
Cliff: Oh, that feels good. Ah! You know, Carla, what the heck. I'll just take off my shirt and you can come in the office with me and really knead the flesh. [Norm makes tire squealing sound]
Carla: Okay. But if I'm not out of there in 15 minutes, nail that door shut, call my kids and tell them I died in a hideous explosion. I wouldn't want them to know the truth.