Carla: Hey, Clavin, why don't you wise up? She's probably just coming over here to dump you. By the way, if I'm in the back room when she comes, would somebody call me?
Cliff: Well, you know, uh, Carla, I gave that possibility some consideration. And I figured that if that dame wanted to shove this lug in the dead-letter file, she would've 86'd me with a postcard and a 2-bit stamp.
Woody: Sam, is it me, or is Mr. Clavin starting to sound like Raymond Chandler?

Lilith: Cliff?
Cliff: Yeah.
Lilith: Would you be interested in taking part in a university project? No, let me rephrase that. Would you be interested in being a university project?
Cliff: I really don't have a lot of time for that now, but thanks for asking.

Cliff: No, mis amigos, I know exactly what's going on in that sexy little egg-shaped head of hers. She left me lo those many months ago to pursue a career. That wasn't enough. No sirree. She wanted her man back. Heck, you've seen my bumper sticker... "letter carriers do it on foot."
Norm: Yeah, I have seen that. I always wondered what the hell it meant.
Cliff: Uh, I'm not sure. They were giving them away free.