Diane: You know, it took a great deal of courage for Norman to do what he did. I admire and envy him. He has heeded Thoreau who admonished us that, quote, "Life is frittered away by detail. Simplify, simplify."
Coach: Why didn't he just say one 'simplify'?

Sam: Norm, has any of this helped you?
Norm: [o.s.] Yeah, I'm doing a jig in here, Sam. Go away!
Cliff: All right, Sammy, clear the decks. It's up to me. Normie, it's your best buddy.
Norm: [o.s.] Go away, Frank.
Cliff: Even in pain he can make us smile. Norm? You know it's Cliffie. And l, too, once had a dream, Norm. No, more than a dream, really. It was an all-consuming passion. I wanted to be a trapeze artist.
Sam: Trapeze artist? Like in a circus?
Cliff: No, like in your finer restaurants, Sam. When I was a lad I went to see the movie Trapeze with Burt Lancaster and Tony Curtis.
Coach: No kidding, Cliffie. Did you sit between them?
Cliff: I must have seen it 20 times. I always imagined myself up there with them, high above the center ring. The spotlight shines upon me, sweat glistens from my body. Below me, the women's eyes glaze over with lust, the men grind their teeth with envy. I lunge at the bar with almost an insane daring. Flying through the air completing, one, two, three, oh, my God, four somersaults. The first quadruple in the history of the big top, Norm! But, I became a postal carrier and the rest is history. No, Norm, having a dream isn't stupid. It's not having them that's stupid.
Carla: What's stupid is the picture of you in one of those outfits. [all laugh]

[Norm enters Cheers with a small bird perched on his finger]
Norm: This is that bar that I was telling you about. These people sit in here night after night, wasting their lives away. But, no, don't hate them. Pity them, as I do. You see, they're chained here, unable to soar free like you and me. [goes outside] Soar, little guy, soar.
Sam: You want to sit down and have a beer or something?
Norm: Oh, no. No time for that. I just stopped in to say goodbye. You see, I'm sailing for Bora Bora.
Sam: Bora Bora?
Norm: Yeah. Ever since I was a boy, the South Pacific has been calling, "Come to me, Norm. This is where you belong." I've always ignored that call, till now. So I'm going to go to the beach and build a hut, send for Vera, and live there the rest of our lives.
Sam: Isn't that nice?
Norm: Yeah, I booked passage on one of those cargo ships where you just work light duties. We shove off at midnight, so...