Cliff: Hey, Norm.
Norm: Hey, Cliffie.
Cliff: Pretend we're having a normal conversation, huh?
Norm: With you?
Cliff: Party. My house. Saturday. Twelve noon sharp. You're invited.
Norm: A party at noon?
Cliff: Ssh. Keep it under your hat, will you? You're the only one in the bar I invited. I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings.
Norm: Hurt mine.
Cliff: Norm, Norm, Norm. Look, we're gonna have plenty of beer, cold cuts galore, a big bucket of slaw. Oh, you're gonna love it. And we're gonna maybe do a little painting.
Norm: Painting?
Cliff: Well, just the attic. That's not the point. You know, I'm inviting a lot of the guys from the post office. It'll be a great time.