Rebecca: You really do seem to be enjoying this job.
Norm: Yeah. Yeah, I actually do, you know? I think painting is just so vastly different from accounting. This is real, you know? This I have some control over. I mean, when I look back, I finish a job, I can say, "You know, I did that." [while looking back at Rebecca, Norm pains on the door] Door must have moved. You know, I think that this color is the exact same color as Mary Lou Sebold's car coat.
Rebecca: Who?
Norm: This girl I had an insane crush on in the third grade. Except she had no idea that I was alive. I used to leave little notes for her. "l love you." And one day, I finally got up the nerve to sign one, N.P. The next week, she was going steady with my best friend, Nicky Petropolis.
Rebecca: What'd you do?
Norm: The only thing I could do, really. I went over to Nicky, and I calmly explained the situation. Then I sat on him. [Rebecca laughs]
Rebecca: Oh, God. I think that's the first time I've really laughed since I took over here.
Norm: Oh, it is, trust me.
Rebecca: Why'd you tell me that story?
Norm: Well, I don't know. It's kind of late. We're alone. I'm a man, you're a woman. Maybe it's the paint talking.