Reporter: Excuse me, is there a Cliff Clovin here?
Cliff: It's Cliff Clavin, partner, and you're looking at him.
Reporter: Oh, hi. I'm a reporter from the Chronicle. You the guy that sent in this picture of a squash with the Hawaiian Islands on it.
Cliff: Yeah. Yeah. What did I tell you guys? This is one story they couldn't squash. There you go.
Reporter: To be honest, it's not the squash I'm looking for. Actually, it's a part of a larger story on eccentrics here in Boston. You know, the lunatic fringe. Lonely people desperate for attention.
Cliff: Yeah, yeah, but where do I fit in?
Reporter: You come right after the old lady with the 84 snakes.
Cliff: Okay, I'm insulted, and I'll thank you to leave this bar.
Reporter: They don't pay me enough.
Norm: Cliffy. All right, you stuck up to that guy. You didn't let him exploit you.
Cliff: Yeah. Who the hell they think they're dealing with, huh? I ain't giving my squash second billing to a broad with a bunch of snakes. Hey, how would you like to get a look inside that old bag's head, huh?