Cliff: You know, uh, Dad himself was a Knight. When I was a kid, I used to sneak up into his room when he was out at work and, uh, try on his turban and sword.
Carla: And unless I miss my guess, you completed the outfit with your mother's bra and high heels.
Cliff: Carla, this is serious. It's no easy task getting into the Knights. Oh, sure, as the son of an alumnus, I was, uh, guaranteed full membership, but, uh, well, hey, my oath does not permit me to say any more.
Carla: Thank God.
Cliff: Yeah. But the best part is...
Carla: Your oath, Clavin, your oath.
Cliff: No, no, this stuff's permissible, Carla.
Carla: Oh, shut up, anyway.