Woody: Well, that was Carla's daughter. She said that, uh, the kids are going to drop off Mr. Clavin.
Norm: All right. All right. I don't think her kids are old enough to drive. [tires screeching]
Woody: What was that?
[Cliff grunts as he rolls down the stairs of Cheers] [tires screeching, car speeding away]
Norm: Cliff! Cliff! Cliff, Cliff buddy, are you all right?
Cliff: [mumbling]
Norm: Wait, there's a note. "Don't open until Christmas."
Woody: Aw, shoot.
Cliff: [muffled shouting]