Norm: Who's the lovely lady Sam's talking to?
Carla: Another applicant for the waitress job.
Cliff: Eh, it isn't easy for him, probably, to find somebody to work for the wages he pays you, huh? [chuckles]
Carla: With tips I clear about 500 bucks a week, Clavin.
Cliff: That can't be right, is it?
Norm: I did her taxes.
Cliff: You mean to tell me that a Federal employee, entrusted with the most noble and vital service of our society, makes less money than some wench who serves beer to slobs on bar stools?
Norm: Makes sense to me, Cliffie. No, really, I could go up to three days or so without mail.