Norm: [enters] Evening, everybody.
All: Norm!
Diane: Norman.
Sam: Still pouring, Norm?
Norm: That's funny. I was about to ask you the same thing.
Cliff: Hey, some storm, huh?
Norm: Yeah. If I don't get home to Vera soon, that road's gonna be closed. Say about another half hour or so ought to do it.

Sam: That's it, time's up. What do you got? You first.
Woody: I've got "reap," "pear" and "ear."
Cliff: Well, I'm sorry, Woody. I got those too, so it cancels yours out. But I've also got "flork," "ferd" and "snot."
Sam: Come on, man, there's no such word as "flork."
Cliff: What are you talking about? You know those little flags on the mailboxes? What do you think holds them on?
Woody: Gee, Mr. Clavin, you're so smart I don't even know why I bother playing with you. You always win.
Cliff: You know what I say, Woody? You just gotta be tenacious, just like the great horned "muren." Hey, well, besides, you almost beat me in the last game.
Woody: Yeah, just missed by a cat's "pleck."
Cliff: Yep.

Diane: Sam? Sam, I'm sorry. I feel awful. You were right. Please accept my apology.
Sam: Oh, forget it, Diane. I forgive you. The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath. It is twice blest. It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
Diane: Thank you, Sam. What did you say?
Sam: I think you heard me.
Diane: Yes, but you said it.
Sam: Well, perhaps in his pithy way, Blake said it best. Oh, yes. And throughout eternity I forgive you, and you forgive me.
Diane: I can't believe my ears.
Sam: Oh, come on, Diane. [puts on a velvet smoking jacket] You really didn't believe that buffoonish facade that I've been perpetrating for the benefit of my blue-collar clientele, did you? [smokes pipe]