Cliff: Uh, hey, Normie, aren't you a little bit dressed up to come here and just suck on taps all night?
Norm: Cliffie, if you must know, I have other plans for this evening. I have a date.
Carla: Who is it?
Norm: I don't know. A blind date.
Carla: Ah, dangerous. Dangerous.
Sam: Walking into a minefield there, boy.
Norm: No, no, no. A friend of mine set us up. He assures me the woman's perfect for me.
Carla: That's what they all say.
Cliff: Uh, let me guess, said she had good table manners, great personality and an excellent posture, right?
Coach: Sure, they always make it sound good.
Norm: As a matter of fact, Cliffie, he said she was easy on the eye.
Carla: You're a dead man, Norm.