Norm: Sammy, I've just been through the roughest year of my life.
Sam: I know that.
Norm: The only thing that kept me going was a belief in myself and the hope that someday somebody else would say, "I believe in you, too, norm." I thought you'd be that guy for me, Sammy.
Sam: Oh, come on, that won't work. You're trying to lay a guilt trip on me, and I think that stinks. That stinks.
Norm: Okay, I'm going for good.
Sam: Hey, you better mean it, because I don't want you coming back in here tomorrow thinking this whole thing is going to blow over. Yeah, as a matter of fact, you go out that door, I don't want you back in my bar again. I mean it.
Norm: Oh, fine. You got it. Before I go, I gotta settle one thing with that man.
Diane: Norman, wait. Now, don't do anything silly. Please.
Cliff: Ah, Diane, you better stay out of this. It is part of the male ritual you don't know anything about.