Norm: You know, I predicted this. You guys are nervous Nellies and you're trying to blame it all on me.
Cliff: I want out, Norm.
Carla: Yeah, me, too.
Sam: Who wants a tan in the winter anyway?
Norm: Wait, wait. This is not the smart move. You gotta hang in there. You gotta roll with the punches, all right?
Carla: You're gonna roll with the punches if you don't get us outta this.
Sam: Nah, I just don't think that we're cut out for it.
Diane: No.
Norm: Apparently not, all right? Yeah, geez, have it your way, guys, okay? Look, all right, I tell ya what. Okay? I'll personally buy out your shares, all right? I'll have your checks in the mail within a week. Stupid mistake. Stupid. Stupid.