Cliff: It was a total disaster, Norm. I went blind, took a header off the balcony, and fell in the pool.
Carla: OK. Pay up.
Norm: Falling in the pool was 10-to-1 odds.
Carla: Suckers.
Cliff: I'll be in the men's room drying off.
Woody: Oh, there's no towels in there, Mr. Clavin.
Cliff: That's all right. I'll just stand in front of that whatchamacallit that blows hot air.
Carla: You mean the automatic Clavin.