Woody: Okay, what are we gonna tell the guys back at Cheers? I mean, we were mouthing off pretty good last night.
Norm: No problem, Woody. We just walk in the bar, we look those guys straight in the eye, and we lie our socks off.
Cliff: I like it.
Woody: We can't do that.
Cliff: Why not? Who's gonna know? Just, uh, us and the guy who jumped out before us. And he's probably dead by now.
Woody: I can't do that. I can't lie. I can't.
Cliff: We've got to stick together, here. I mean, we made a pact. Men together. It's, uh it's male bonding.
Norm: Right. Which includes lying and chickening out together.
Woody: All right. But I've got to say I'm not proud of myself.
Norm: So what? Cliffie and I never are.