Coach: Okay, listen up, everybody, will you? The picnic is off.
Cliff: Why is that, Coach?
Coach: Lack of interest. I'm just calling it quits.
Man: Sorry to spoil your picnic, Coach.
Coach: My picnic? You think I was doing this all for me? You think I like sitting out there in the dust and the dirt and fighting the ants for a chicken leg? I can do that at home. But listen. Forget everything. Just forget the picnic, forget my sweat and my work. Forget me.
Man: Uh, what the heck. I'm going to Coach's picnic.
Cliff: Uh, hey ,stick my name up there too, will you, Taffy?
Coach: [to Carla] Pathetic-old-man bit, Carla, works like a charm.