Sam: You know, there, there are hundreds of good, solid reasons why you two should not get married.
Joyce: Like?
Sam: Like like I forbid you to, young lady.
Joyce: Wait, you can't forbid me. You're not my father. [chuckles]
Sam: All right, all right. Woody, I forbid you to marry Joyce.
Woody: Sam, you're only my boss.
Sam: Damn it, l, I'm going to forbid somebody something, I'll tell you. [Norm heads to the bathroom] Norm, I- I forbid you to leave that stool.
Norm: Sorry, Sam, uh, nature calls.
Sam: Hey, hey, you, whoa, whoa. You go and you're cut off.
Norm: Whatever you say, Pop.