Norm: [enters] Afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm!
Paul: Hey, Norm, how's the world been treatin' ya?
Norm: Like a baby treats a diaper.

Norm: Tell you the one I hate. You know, you're back in college, right? And you haven't been to class the entire semester, and the teacher's about to give the final exam.
Carla: Oh, yeah, that one's the worst.
Cliff: What're you talkin' about, Carla? You never went to college.
Carla: It's a dream, stupid.
Woody: Well, how about the one where you go to this fancy restaurant, and before they let you in, they make you leave your legs at the door? Then the girl gives you claim check number six. So you go in, but instead of food, everyone's eatin' their silverware. Only you can't really enjoy your fork because you're so worried that whoever got claim check number nine might finish first and pick up your legs by mistake.
Carla: Yeah.
Sam: Oh, yeah.

Carla: I think you're all crazy. But if Clavin makes big bucks and I don't, I won't be able to live with the shame. Give me a share.
Diane: Oh, me, too! Me, too!
Carla: You, Diane? Laying bets on a laundry?
Diane: Well, in my case, it's not a gamble, but rather a show of faith in our great free enterprise system. Yes, even Diane Chambers is not immune to the renaissance of American patriotism in the 1980s. Although I hasten to remind you this does not imply any shifting of my support toward the current administration.
Sam: I hope nobody was looking for a silent partner.