Rebecca: How's that painting job coming along, Norm?
Norm: Ah, swear to God, I would be in there painting this very moment, but, uh, Carla's using the room. She's giving Cliff a massage.
Rebecca: Oh, please! Give me a break. [opens the office door] Oh, dear.
Norm: See?
Rebecca: Yes, I see. Now if you could just get the rest of that office half as white as Cliff's upper body, I'd be happy.