Cliff: Well, make a long story short, I am, uh, Boston's newest homeowner. Bought a condo.
Sam: Hey.
Norm: Wait, wait. That means you're moving out on me?
Cliff: Normie, I can't live with you forever.
Norm: Well, you can't do that. Who's gonna mix Vera's cocoa? Who's gonna rub her feet? Who's gonna talk to her?
Cliff: Normie, I'm afraid you're just gonna, uh, have to pick up the slack.
Norm: No. No, no, no, no, no. Not me. Maybe I can hire some high school kid.