Diane: Well, I think I can help you out. Have a seat. A good conversationalist is usually a good listener. I've found that people love to talk about themselves.
Woody: Really?
Diane: Oh, yes. People have an endless fascination with their own little world. It's an observation I made as a small child, although I've never understood why it holds true. l, myself, have always found many more interesting topics to talk about. Of course, I've always made it a point to broaden my horizons. [Woody keeps checking his watch] As a matter of fact, I was reading the New York Times at the age of 4. And from then, on to the classics. Of course, it caused some hardships as a youngster, always being far and away the brightest in the class.
[As Diane goes to get a carton of milk, Woody leaves the bar and Cliff takes his seat]
Diane: Usually, the brightest in the class is regarded as some sort of a pimply faced egghead. I'm sorry, Clifford, what was your question again?

Norm: [enters] Afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm!
Woody: How's life, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Oh, I look at it every once in a while when I'm in the john.
Woody: I didn't mean the magazine.
Norm: Neither did l.

Diane: Nick, Loretta.
Nick Tortelli: Hello, sweetcakes. You been thinking about me?
Diane: Only during flea-and-tick season.
Nick Tortelli: Yeah? Well, in my neighborhood, that's all year round.
Diane: I'm sure it is.