Cliff: Carla, "l, Cliff Clavin, would be ever so honored if you, a lady of-- A lady would accompany me with your presence at the gala Postman's Ball on the 18th of this month. You would be doing this only as a friend. There is no ulterior motive or strings attached. Thank you for listening."
Carla: [laughs]
Cliff: Carla. [laughing continues] Carla. Carla, this is really important to me.
Carla: I know. But think of me.
Cliff: All right, look, Carla, you don't have to dance with me and I'll buy you a dress.
Carla: Nah.
Cliff: A corsage. A hundred bucks.
Carla: Eh... Nah.
Cliff: A VCR.
Carla: VCR? Nice touch, but I'll have to pass. [Cliff sobs] Good Lord. Is that a tear? Ugh! Look, I think my greed is overcoming your repulsiveness. I'll go.