Cliff: [sings] When there's a shine on your shoes There's a melody in your heart Shiny shoes, huh? Shiny shoes, shiny shoes. Ah, gents, notice anything different about me today?
Norm: Okay, I'll go out on a limb. New shoes?
Cliff: Yes, siree, Normie. And for a limited time only, thanks to the US Postal Service, you, too, can be saying to your feet, "Thanks for your support."
Frasier: Are we to deduce from this, Cliff, that you are now selling mail-order shoes?
Cliff: I am not selling shoes here, Doctor. I'm selling dreams. Dreams of a little cobbler in Missouri who pours his heart into every sole.
Norm: Actually, Cliff, with a pair of dark socks those could look halfway decent.