Cliff: I'm warning you.
Norm: "My dearest Cliff..."
Cliff: Well, if you must.
Norm: "I want you. I want you. I want you. You are burning in my heart like..."
Larry: Like?
Norm: I can't make this out. Can you, Sam?
Sam: It's volcano.
Norm: Volcano. "I think of you at night when I go to bed and in the morning when I wake up. And I dream about you in between when I'm sleeping. Admittedly when most people dream. You're quite a man, all right. And that's for darned sure. And you satisfy every hunger that I have as a woman. Respectfully yours, Lanette Cahill."
Cliff: No, no, no. Read them the P.S. there where she talks about my sexual prowess in detail.
Norm: Can't quite make that part out, Cliffie.
Cliff: That's all right. I'll help you. This word here is gargantuan.
Norm: All right, Cliff.