Cliff: Well, I guess I did carve the guy up a little bit with my rapier wit. Ah, better go and scrape him up off the mat. [to Victor] Hey, listen, friend. We sort of got off on the wrong foot there. Why don't you we just go out, I'll buy you a beer, and we'll talk it over like decent human beings.
Victor: No, thanks. I don't like you.
Norm: How did it go, Cliffie?
Cliff: I don't know, Norm, the guy's taken an inexplicable personal dislike to me. Must be deranged.