Norm: Woody, Woody, what are you doing?
Woody: I'm not doing anything.
Norm: Why is the car shaking?
Woody: I don't know.
Norm: Well, I'm not doing anything.
Frasier: Hold it. I know what's going on here.
Cliff: What? What is it?
Frasier: Well, there's a teenager back here with a tattoo in the shape of a flaming skull relieving you of your tires. [power drill whirs]
Cliff: Geez, Ma's gonna kill me.
Norm: What are we gonna do?
Cliff: All right, everybody get on the floor, don't make any eye contact. We might have a chance.