Cliff: Hey, Sam, you know what's fun?
Sam: What's fun, Cliff?
Cliff: Well, when you take the letters of somebody's name and make another word out of it. You know, like if it were my name- Clifford Clavin. Well, first word that comes to mind, I'd say: Ford. Well, there's also cliff. You know, like the geo... geographical structure. There's almost clavicle. [long pause] Livid.
Sam: Cliffie, please.
Cliff: Oh, can't think of any?
Sam: I'm trying to sleep here, Cliff.
Cliff: Sure thing, Sam. Good night. [turns light off] How 'bout florid?
Sam: [turns light on] Cliff, damn it, man! I'm tired! I'm really, really tired! I'm trying to sleep here! Can't you just stop talking for once?! Please, stop talking?! [turns light off]
Cliff: I'm sorry, Sammy. I was just, it's a problem I have- l, uh... You know, I try to stop talking and and I just keep on talking. You know, it's kind of like those people who live near Niagara Falls, and after a while they just don't hear it anymore. I mean I read an article about this couple they've lived near the Falls for about 40 years or so, and they moved away and the, uh silence was, you know, just deafening. They had to move back. Couldn't stand it. Why are some people like that and and just other people aren't, Sammy? You ever think about that? Sam? Sammy? Sam?!
Esther Clavin: [o.s.] He's gone, isn't he, Clifford?
Cliff: It's all your fault, old woman!