Norm: Cliffie, Cliff, you can't ride a horse. You're afraid of horses.
Cliff: How do you know?
Norm: I know you're afraid of that little carousel in front of the market.
Cliff: That was a safety concern, Norm.
Norm: Is that why you were screaming, "Stop, stop, we're all going to die"?
Cliff: I was concerned about the kids, Norm. Is that so wrong?