Rebecca: You know, you guys, if we're going to have a piano player that's this great, we shouldn't hide him up there in the corner. I think we should move the piano down here and put it against this wall. If you help me move it, I'll give each of you a free beer.
Norm: Oh, great. I mean, I suppose you think we're... we're like a couple of trained dogs. Every time you want us to do something, you'll waggle a free beer under our face.
Paul: Uh-uh.
Norm: We have some self-respect. We have a little dignity. Am I right, Paul?
Paul: Mm-hmm. If I do it by myself, can I have both beers?
Rebecca: Sure.
Norm: Way to go, fathead. I was working her for a pitcher.