Norm: Boy, I envy Sammy his carefree lifestyle.
Carla: Yeah.
Norm: Night after night, he dates pretty girls, while I sit here and wrestle with the world's problems.
Carla: You do not.
Norm: What do you mean? Last night, I let out that moan at the thought of nuclear war.
Carla: It wasn't because of nuclear war. It was because we ran out of beer nuts.
Norm: It was a combination of the two.