Cliff: Oh, relax, will you, Woody? For crying out loud, they got a crew there to check on everything before the game. Yeah, I'm sure they just found the missing bolts and replaced them. I mean, even if they don't, I mean, what are the odds of somebody hitting that spot exactly, huh?
TV Announcer: Bird passes to McHale. McHale is in for it, stops short. Oh, he's tripped on something! He's down! It looks like a piece of the floor came up. That hurt just looking at it!
Woody: Oh, no! I really did it this time.
Norm: No, no, no, no, no, no. Don't blame yourself, Woody. It's my fault. It was my birthday. I'm the one who got him all interested in the bolts.
Sam: No, no, it's me who dragged us all out here in the middle of the night to go count bolts. It was my fault.
Cliff: Oh, never would've happened if I didn't have my Swiss Army Knife.
Woody: Guys, it was my fault. I'm the one who took the bolts out of the floor.
Cliff: He's right, you know.
Norm: That's true. Why are we being so hard on ourselves?
Sam: Yeah, you heard him admit that, didn't you? You guys, you heard it?