Sam: [wearily] I'm so sorry to come so late like this, Cliff. It's just that I'm so very, very exhausted. Oh, thank you! You know, with the key and everything?
Esther Clavin: No apologies needed, young man. You poor thing. So cold and no muffler! You could have caught your death.
Sam: Oh!
Cliff: Yeah, you're always welcome here, Sammy. You should know that, buddy.
Sam: Oh, Cliffie, man, you're the best. And you, too, Mrs. Clavin.
Esther Clavin: Oh, what a dear. Now, I'll bet you're anxious to get some sleep.
Sam: [giddily] Oh, yeah! Yeah! Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Cliff: Good. Well, that's a pretty comfy bed there, isn't it, Sammy, huh? [takes off robe]
Sam: Am I sharing the same bed with Cliff?
Esther Clavin: Well, of course, silly. You didn't expect to sleep with me! [laughs]