Cliff: Yeah, personally, I say good riddance.
Norm: Yeah?
Cliff: Yeah, then the charms of the French have always been lost on me. I mean, when W.W. Three rolls around, they'd better not come to old Cliff Clavin to pull their fromage out of the fire, no, siree! I've got plans. Yeah, when those missiles start flying, I'll be in a fully stocked-up, juiced-up Winnebago, heading at 65 per, armed to the teeth, right to the border of Mexico. Yes, sir. Those cockroaches and Cliff Clavin are gonna do just fine, thank you.
Paul: What a wonderful civilization you'll build.
Cliff: Amen.