Cliff: Hey, Dad, come on. Time's a-wasting. What do you say we go out and get a set of matching tattoos?
Mr. Clavin: Cliffie, I gotta get cracking. I got a plane to catch.
Cliff: Come on, Dad. So much time, you know, we haven't talked. We don't know about each other.
Mr. Clavin: Cliffie. I just had a terrific idea.
Cliff: Oh, yeah? What's that, Dad?
Mr. Clavin: Why don't you come to Australia with me.
Cliff: Australia? I don't know if I can leave all this, Dad. You know, my friends, my job.
Mr. Clavin: You can make new friends, and you don't need a job.
Cliff: What?
Mr. Clavin: Cliffie, I got a lot of dough stashed away. We could live like kings.
Cliff: Well, I need time to think about it.
Mr. Clavin: There's no time, Cliffie. I've got to go now.