Woody: Oh, Mr. Peterson, I forgot. Some guy dropped by earlier and asked me to give this to you.
Norm: Oh, thank you, Woody. And thank you, God!
Cliff: Oh, well, what's that, Normie? A research grant from the National Beer Foundation?
Woody: No, Cliffie, just a measly little pair of sky-view seats for the Sox-Yankee doubleheader tomorrow.
Sam: Whoa, you're kidding me! I pulled every string I had and I could only score standing room. Come on. How'd you get that?
Norm: Sammy, it's not who you know, it's who I know, all right?
Sam: Yeah.
Norm: A client friend of mine, Jerry Donahue, sent those babies over to thank me for being such a fantastic financial counselor.
Sam: No, seriously, how'd you get 'em?