Norm: Sammy, I want you to pour a round for the house and put it on my tab.
Sam: Ooh.
Cliff: Oh! Oh, thank you. What's the occasion there, big guy?
Norm: Well, I think I got a job.
Sam: Hey, all right, Normie.
Cliff: All right, everybody. Stand back, I'll take care of this. All right, mister, I don't know what pod you crawled out of... but you're not welcome in our world. Now, go in peace and give us our Normie back.