Cliff: Glass of water there, please, Woody. What are you looking at?
Norm: What? What are you talking about?
Cliff: I saw you casting furtive, sidelong glances at my chestal region. And I'll have you know, it's no larger than it was yesterday.
Norm: No, Cliff.
Cliff: And I don't want to hear any more about it.
Norm: Cliff, please. We'd forgotten all about that stupid side-effect stuff.
Carla: [holding the phone] Oh, Clavin, it's Jane Russell. She wants to talk shop.