Carla: Look, I appreciate what you guys are trying to do, but it's not necessary. I'm fine.
Cliff: Oh, sure, you're fine. It's a terrific place, Carla. It's got a really nice feeling in here. It's, uh, warm and cozy.
Norm: Have you checked out the rest of the place yet?
Cliff: No, I thought it might be a good idea to have a beer first.
Norm: Yeah, I find that pretty much applies to just about everything.

Carla: The house, it's different now. It likes me. It wants me. You know what? I think I'm gonna put the couch right over here. And the oil painting of me and Elvis on that wall. Uh-huh, uh-huh. And the easy chair... [rumbling] What's that?
Cliff: I don't know.
Carla: Oh, my God! Oh, my God! They're coming to get us. They're gonna drag us back down to the grave with them! [gasps] [screams] [jet engines roar] [screams]
Cliff: No, wait, no, Carla, know what that is? It it's- It's not the dead coming out of the grave to feast on human flesh. It's an L-1011 wide-body. You know, the sounds are very similar. Yeah. And I understand that during foggy weather, they have to reroute those babies to runway two-niner. It must be near here.
Carla: Do you mean that this house, my house, is at the end of a runway?
Cliff: [whimpers] Uh-huh.
Carla: And that was a wide-body jet landing ten feet from my backyard?
Cliff: [whimpers] Yeah.
Carla: And this house is not cheap because it's haunted, but because it is right next to the airport?
Cliff: Yeah.
Carla: I'm home! Yay!

Norm: [enters] Evening, everybody.
All: Norm!
Woody: What's shakin', Mr. Peterson?
Norm: What isn't?