Sam: Want another one, Norm?
Norm: No, thanks, Sammy. I'm going home. I'm not feeling too great, you know? I just can't shake the sight of Doris staring at me and undressing me with her eyes.
Carla: Now I want to go home.
Norm: Anyway, see you in the morning, I guess.
Sam: Yeah, I may be a little late.
Norm: That's OK. I had a key made.