Norm: She's following me! Make it stop! Make it stop!
Doris: I'm sorry, Mr. Peterson. If you don't want me to follow you, I could walk in front of you, but then you'd have to tell me where you're going all the time.
Norm: Doris, how long have you been out there?
Doris: I don't know. The crystal on my watch cracked from the cold. I would take it off, but I think it's fused to my skin.
Norm: Doris, what am I gonna do with you?
Doris: Do you want me to go back outside and wait by the parking meter?
Norm: No. Just sit down, will you? Sammy, do you have any hot chocolate or something like that?