Diane: Norm is sleeping like a baby.
Sam: Yeah, a baby with a licence to kill.
Diane: I guess this job is taking its toll. I wonder what he's dreaming about?
Sam: Oh, he's probably dreaming about what every man dreams about.
Diane: In your case that would be me.
Sam: I hardly think that Norm is dreaming about you.
[Norm wakes up screaming]
Sam: I stand corrected.