Cliff: Holy coyote! What's that stink? Smells like they're burning the chef's special up there at Melville's.
Carla: Smells like they're burning the chef.
Cliff: No. No, wait a minute, I know what that smell is. [everyone groans as they see Coach with a cigar in his mouth]
Coach: Anybody mind if I smoke?
Carla: Not if you put the lit end in your mouth.
Coach: I learned how to smoke them this way, Carla, and I'll stick with it, thank you.
Sam: Whoo. Boy, is somebody boiling tar in here?
Coach: No, Sam. I'm smoking my cigar.
Sam: Would someone please boil some tar in here?