Cliff: Well, I know how the lad feels. I mean, in the mating ritual, I like to be the aggressor. Of course, I don't mind a woman giving me a clear signal that I caught her eye.
Carla: You mean like sticking a finger down her throat?
Diane: Woody hasn't had a date since he came to work here.
Cliff: Well, look, later on tonight, I'm gonna go cruising for chicks, a popular pastime among virile studs of today. I'll take Woody along. There's not a man yet that's come back from a Clavin love safari without some trophy to hang on his game-room wall.
Norm: Especially the horns, you know.