Sam: Norm? What about that great new job you got, huh?
Norm: Oh, right. I should really call that guy, shouldn't l?
Cliff: Sammy, you see what he's doing, right? The old jokemeister, just tugging at our ankles? Hold onto your socks, kids, here he goes.
Norm: [on the phone] Hi, Mr. Feldman, sir? Hi, Norm Peterson here. Oh, awfully sorry to wake you, sir. You see, I just wanted to call in to let you know, I'm not coming to work tomorrow. I'm sailing to Bora Bora and going to live in a hut. Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am in a bar. Oh, no, no, no, my head's quite clear, sir. I'm quitting. Yes, I realize I'm burning my bridges here, sir, but there's no hard feelings on this end. As a matter of fact, if you're ever in Bora Bora, stop on by the old Peterson hut and we'll share a cup of grog, sir. Maybe I'll take you out... Right, I realize it's late, sir. Very sorry. [hangs up] I pity that man. [removes tie and jacket] Sammy, I want you to give these to some poor soul who may need them.