Sam: Listen, somebody's got to tell Cliff the truth.
Norm: I guarantee that he'll never talk to the person who does.
Carla: Okay, you talked me into it. Hey, Hopalong! Come here. I want to talk to you. [clears throat] I don't know how to tell you this. Wait a minute. Yes, I do. You're an idiot! Everybody in the bar thinks that babe is playing you for a fool and the second you drop your lawsuit, you're history. You are a sap.
Cliff: I know but I'm having the time of my life. You know, uh, how often am I a sap with a beautiful woman? I mean, I usually am a sap with the bowsers, but, uh... When Madeline and I walk into a restaurant, all the guys' heads, they turn. And they're not saying, "Hey there's a beautiful woman over there with a sap."
Carla: Yes, they are.
Cliff: Look, all I know is that as long as we're together, there's a good chance she may grant me the, uh, ultimate favor.
Carla: Yeah, right, Clavin. You're threatening to sue her, not kill her.