Cliff: You know, Norm, it's a little bit strange watchin' TV at eye level.
Norm: You get used to it, though.
Lilith: No, actually, you probably won't get used to it, Cliff. Remember, you're just stopping by.
Cliff: Oh, I don't know there, Lilith. I mean, uh, Sam's pourin', you got ESPN. It's just like Cheers.
Lilith: Yes, but it's not Cheers. This is a private home, and comfortable though it may be, I'm sure you have other things to do.
Sam: You know, Cliff, Lilith's right. You've got your route to finish. We'll be here when you get back.
Lilith: Uh, gentlemen, I'm afraid the party is over. As enjoyable as this has been, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
[When Lilith opens the door, Paul and Phil are there]
Paul: Well, this must be the place.
Phil: He drives like a maniac.
Paul: How would you know? You were playing with my radio the whole way.
Phil: How can you listen to that crap?