Norm: We've got McHale here. Why don't we just ask him. Kevin?
Kevin McHale: Yeah.
Norm: Uh, tell this guy how many bolts there are on the floor of the Garden, please.
Kevin McHale: Well, l-l've never noticed any bolts in that floor. You know, come to think of it, Bird, Parish, Auerbach, nobody knows how many bolts are in that floor, huh?
Sam: There's a game for ya.
Kevin McHale: Yeah. Trivia.
Carla: Hey, stop, stop, stop! Stop it! Just turn around and run the other way!
Kevin McHale: What're you talking about?
Carla: Look, Kevin, I'm warning you because I love you. Don't get caught up in one of those conversations. You'll end up like those guys. They never leave those stools. It's a disease, and they're tryin' to hook you. I knew this guy once who was a respected psychiatrist. It's too late for him, but you can still save yourself. Go on.
Kevin McHale: Okay, yeah, yeah, you're I got a game in an hour. Like to talk about those bolts, you guys, but I gotta run. [exits] [overlapping chatter]
Carla: Thank God.
Kevin McHale: [returns] Hey, I'll tell you what, though. If you multiply the number of bolts by number of squares in that thing, you'd be able to find out how many bolts there were.
Carla: Oh Lord, take him now.