Cliff: OK, Norm, so he blew one. He's not a god.
Norm: [sobs] He was to me.
Cliff: There, there. [Cliff helps Norm blow his nose]
Norm: My world doesn't make sense any more.
Cliff: What's going on there, Sam? I mean, what went wrong?
Sam: Boy, if you ask me, that girl's got a big problem.
Diane: You're right. It's called good taste.
Norm: Oh, well, there you go.
Cliff: That explains it, yeah.