[on film:]
Cliff: Come on in. Pretty impressive, huh, Woody?
Woody: Sure is, Mr. Clavin.
Cliff: Hey, just think, all these letters traveling thousands of miles over oceans and rough terrain, right into the hands of their, uh, intended addressees. Hey, why thanks, Woody. You did that pretty well.
Woody: Thanks.
Cliff: Would, uh, would you like to try one on your own?
Woody: Well, gee, Mr. Clavin, I'm not a government employee.
Cliff: [chuckling] Pretty good, Woody. I was just testing him. Smart boy. Yeah, Woods, next time you lick a stamp and put it on an envelope, drop it in that old mailbox, be sure to give some thought to, uh, the thousands of men and women in the U.S. Postal Service who work very hard, day after day, to make sure that your mail is delivered safely. [chuckles] You know, Woods, you'd make a good postal carrier yourself.
Woody: Yeah?
Cliff: You've got, uh, youth, stamina and a friend down at the post office.
Woody: Oh, who's that, Mr. Clavin?
Cliff: But then again, bartending is a noble profession. But, Woody, you know there's nothing quite like the pride a postman feels on the swift completion of his appointed rounds.
[The residents of the apartment building all come out and exchange their mail]