Cliff: Give me the phone.
Norm: What's wrong?
Cliff: My old man's a crook. He's leaving the country one step ahead of the law.
Carla: You're not gonna rat on your old man!
Norm: Think about this, will you.
Cliff: I've got nothing to think about now. [on the phone] Information? Yeah, give me the federal authorities. I don't know. Somebody in charge of rotten daddies. [hangs up] I can't do it. I've aided a fugitive from justice. I'm a disgrace to my uniform.
Carla: Hey, come on. Come off it, Clavin. You didn't disgrace anything. You can't turn the old guy in because you love him. Now, anyone would understand that.
Cliff: Thank you, Carla. You're right. I do love him. Matter of fact, I think I'll go give him a big hug right now.
Norm: Oh, Cliffie, I think it might be a little uncool to hug him in the men's room, you know?
Cliff: I guess you're right, Norm. Oh, what the heck. I can't wait. It's the longest we've been apart all day.