Mrs. Brubaker: You're a delight, Clifford.
Cliff: Oh, enchante, Enid. Drive carefully, huh?
Norm: What? What? Where are they going? Where are they going?
Cliff: Uh, Henry's gotta get up early in the morning, and Enid's sciatica's flaring up again. Oh, what that woman endures.
Norm: Forget her, what about me? Did I get the job?
Cliff: Oh, jeez, Norm. Norm, I forgot to ask. Hey, look, don't worry. I'll bring it up this weekend.
Norm: This weekend?
Cliff: Yeah, they invited me up to the farm. Forty-eight hours of Charades, food and Yahtzee.