Cliff: So how's that job-hunt going, Norm?
Norm: Great.
Cliff: Well, hey, you got one, huh?
Norm: Yeah, well. No, no. Vera did.
Cliff: Boy, Normie, don't you feel the least bit emasculated? I mean, isn't it gut-wrenching to watch your wife go off to work every morning?
Norm: It's gut-wrenching to watch Vera do anything.

Cliff: Hey, Normie? You feel like doing something adventurous tonight?
Norm: I'm already doing that, Cliffie. Vera's trying on a new facial mask this evening, and I kind of wanna rush home and watch it crack.

Cliff: Oh, hey, Normie? Listen, that was great meat loaf last night, huh?
Norm: It was, wasn't it? You know, uh, Cliff, I've been meaning to talk to you.
Cliff: Hmm?
Norm: I don't mind you staying with us for a little while till you get your new place, but, uh, it's beginning to be a little bit of a problem for Vera. The dishes, the bed, the way you leave the bathroom in the morning. [laughs] You got to start leaving something for her to do, pal. I mean, she wants to spend time with me.

Cliff: Remember the hours you spent sticking those tracks together?
Norm: Getting the little houses just so, and making sure those tunnels were all straight.
Cliff: Yeah. Smelling the electricity burn up that transformer. Hey, hey. Did you ever have one of those electric cattle cars where the cows come vibrating down the chute?
Norm: I can move 40 head in ten minutes, pal.
Cliff: Go on! Get out of here.
Norm: You get out of here! I could, too. I got to get rid of that thing though. It's taking up lots of space. I want to sell it.
Cliff: Yeah, yeah. You'd get a good price for it, I bet you.
Norm: Yeah. It's a collector's item. Shoot a little stick?
Cliff: Yeah, yeah. [the guys turn around as they approach the back room] I'm the engineer!
Norm: Like hell you are! It's my train! It's my train! Hey!

Sam: Where is everybody?
Norm: Oh, well, the party kinda got out of hand after Rebecca wrestled the 5 o'clock news guy to the ground and ripped all the tape out of his camera.
Sam: How about Cliff? How's he doing?
Norm: I think they're still interrogating him downtown. But Carla went after him.
Sam: To bail him out?
Norm: No, to poke things at him through the bars. But don't worry, Sammy. I've watched the bar. I've kept very careful track of how many beers I've had.
Sam: Yeah.
Norm: I think this is, um... Two.
Sam: Yeah, right.

Norm: Well, bad news, boys. No fish fry at Melville's. Apparently, John Hill had a heart attack.
Paul: Oh, really?
Rebecca: Oh, my God, that's terrible.
Norm: Relax, Rebecca, there'll be other fish fries. It's okay. Let's look at the long view here.

Cliff: Oh, so, how do you figure you're gonna get the car?
Sam: Oh, uh, that lady right there that's, uh that's the widow. So, I figure, what? You know, I just take her out to dinner a few times, let her get to know me, you know, pour on the charm, and then, boom. I'll lowball her, you know?
Norm: Well, this calls for a round on the house, huh? Come on.
Sam: I don't have my car yet, man.
Cliff: You, uh, kind of jumped the gun on that one, huh, Norm?
Norm: Thank you, Mr. Monday Morning Quarterback.

Norm: The Celtics got going pretty good, eh?
Harry: I'm sorry. I wasn't listening. I'm practicing my floating coin trick.
Norm: Pardon me?
Harry: Just a little something I do.
Norm: So it's a rigged-up coin, huh?
Harry: No, it's just a half-dollar. Look.
Norm: It's a trick or something, right? Strings, wires and stuff like that?
Harry: No wires, no strings. I just take the coin. I hold it in the air, about like that, and then I let go of it real careful, and it just stays there, it floats. It hangs there.
Norm: What am l, a goof? There's no way you can make a coin hang in the air! No way.
Harry: You got five bucks if I can't do it?
Norm: Ten! Ten bucks.
Harry: Wait. Wait. Am I being hustled here? You are gonna give me ten bucks if I cannot do it?
Norm: You're onsville, pal! Come on.
Harry: [drops coin] I couldn't do it!
Norm: No, you couldn't! [laughs]
Harry: I don't know what happened there?
Norm: I'll tell you what happened. You just got stuck with ten bucks. Coach! Coach! Who is this clown?
Coach: Which clown? Harry, please!
Sam: Harry.
Harry: Sam, I'm going. I was just playing. But whoever owns a Honda, thanks for the lift!

Harry: Wanna play for a drink?
Coach: Not a chance, Harry. No way.
[Harry smiles as he turns to Cliff]
Norm: Don't show fear. He smells fear.

Norm: [enters] Good afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm.
Coach: What's up, Normie?
Norm: The corners of my mouth, Coach.
Sam: Oh, sounds like that blind date paid off, huh?
Norm: Well, it turns out my buddy played a little trick on me. Yeah. Guess who the date turns out to be? My ex. Vera.
Cliff: Oh.
Norm: Now, you ready for the punch line? We're back together again.