Cliff: Okay. All right, everybody. Open your eyes. [hums "Hail to the Chief"] What's--? What's so funny?
Woody: A blue suit with a brown tie?
Cliff: Well, hey, I did the best I could, you know. It's not easy coming up with a Ken doll on short notice. I wonder if you guys realize how limited his wardrobe is. Now, Barbie's is much more extensive. She's got her own car, little high heels.
Norm: Cliff. Listen to me, Cliff. You're my best friend, okay? If the situation were reversed, I'd want you to say this to me. You've gone completely off the deep end. You've always been kind of a weird guy, but this is just a little bit too much. I want you to look what you've done and think about this, Cliff. You've knocked the head off a doll and put a potato in its place. And you actually want people to, like, come and know this.
Cliff: Well, yeah, I guess you're right, Normie. Yeah. Been taking it a little bit too seriously. I've been under some strain lately and It's okay, it's okay. Thanks. You know, thanks for pulling in those reins and saying, "Whoa, Paint, you're working up a froth."