Cliff: That's the beauty about being a mailman, Normie. I don't have to play smoochy-woochy with my superiors the way you do.
Norm: Cliff, believe me, it's worth it for accounting. I love numbers. God help me, I love them.
Cliff: Me, I like the challenges. Dogs, vicious kids, those hard-to-find mailboxes.
Norm: [chuckles] You think accounting's boring, eh? I miss one digit, a company goes in the toilet.
Cliff: I'll tell you when it all makes sense. It's Mother's Day. Delivering a card to some old hag. Ah, watching her eyes mist up, well, it kinda gets me right behind the old ballpoint, you know what I mean?
Norm: You want to talk sentimental, pal? Take that same old crone, save her a couple of hundred bucks on the short form. Then I know why the Big Guy put me here.
Coach: I actually get paid to stand here and listen to great conversation.