Norm: Two beers, please, Sammy. One for me and one for my buddy, Cliff. You recall Cliff, the fella who's in the john without this.
Sam: Oh, the latest letter from his Florida flame, huh?
Norm: Uh-huh. It fell out of his pocket while we were playing pool.
Sam: Oh, what a shame. You know, we should get that back to him as soon as possible.
Norm: And indeed we will, Sammy. But just as soon as he gets out here. In the meantime, I think it's imperative that we hold the letter thusly.
Sam: Why?
Norm: Well, because if you were to hold it the other way, say like so, it's an accident waiting to happen. [the letter falls out] Witness.
Sam: You know, I think we got a problem here. The trick is going to be to get that letter into this envelope without reading it.
Norm: I'm game.
Sam: Yeah, why don't you?
Norm: It no longer fits, Sam.