Woody: Boy, that's some storm out there tonight, huh, Mr. Clavin?
Cliff: Well, to the layman perhaps, Woody. But in my profession we have a saying: "Neither rain nor sleet nor gloom of night shall stay this courier from the swift completion of his appointed rounds."
Tim: [enters] Cliff, my car is stalled outside. How about getting me your jumper cables?
Cliff: What, and catch my death? Hit the bricks.
Tim: Appreciate it.