Carla: Here you go, guys. It's your fifth round. Hope you can handle it.
Norm: What does that mean, Carla?
Carla: Nothing.
Norm: Wait a minute, what did you put in the beer?
Carla: Nothing.
Cliff: You know, fellas, normally I'm a great believer in responsible drinking, but, uh, boy, this stuff really goes down easy. [chuckles] And besides, Ma knows I'm out with the boys tonight, you know. If I don't come home with a little glow on, she'll tease me till I cry.