Cliff: Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy. Some mornings you get up, you look at yourself in the mirror and you've got to ask, "Why me?"
Norm: Cliffie, it's just a haircut. It'll grow back.
Cliff: Nah, I'm over that, Normie. I got saddled with a job of breaking in a new postal employee. Yeah, so I told the supervisor to send the greenhorn down here and I could size him up.
Sam: Boy, they made you a trainer, huh? Well, that sounds like a compliment to me, Cliff.
Cliff: You really are a civilian, aren't you, Sammy? It's a nightmare. Those rookies, yeah, they just get in your way, ask you stupid questions, throw off your whole rhythm.
Norm: Oh, God, this won't slow down the mail, will it?