Cliff Quote #470
Quote from Cliff in Please Mr. Postman
Cliff: Normie, pal of mine, I'll be seeing ya. It's for the best.
Norm: Cliff, did you just kiss me on the neck? I don't know what it is. Nobody can keep their lips off me today.
Cliff: Fras, take care of yourself. Carla, I forgive you. Sammy.
Sam: Cliff, wait a minute. Hey, man, just think about this for a minute. You've only known the girl for about a week. I mean, all you've shared is one night in a motel and a huge lie.
Cliff: That's enough for me, Sammy.
Frasier: Well, Cliff, why don't you consider what you'd be giving up. Your job, your seniority, your pension.
Cliff: Hey, Doc, have a gander at what I'm going to be gaining. All right, Maggie, hitch up those huskies. Canada, here we come.
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Quote from Frasier
Frasier: You know, Sam, there's one way to get Rebecca that you've overlooked.
Sam: Hold that self-respect thought. What do you got?
Frasier: You see, it's been psychologically documented that all human animals have a neurotic hair-trigger response to at least one of the five sensory stimuli. Well, it could be anything, actually. Oh, it's the sound of the surf pounding against the shore, the smell of honeysuckle on a warm summer night, the taste of a vintage Chateauneuf du Pape, fire-red fingernails dancing through your chest hair... a black lace teddy straining against its fleshy cargo.
Sam: Frasier, man, snap out of it.
Frasier: In a minute, Sam.
Quote from Cliff
Cliff: Woody, a bottle of bubbly, tout de suite.
Norm: All right, Cliffie's in a celebrating mood. That hearing must have gone pretty well, huh?
Cliff: Perfect, Norm. Margaret was completely exonerated.
Norm: You really snowed 'em, huh?
Cliff: Like a blizzard in Buffalo, my friend. Yeah, I told the supervisor that we were set upon by some armed thugs who then commandeered the vehicle and took it for a joyride.
Norm: A joyride in a mail truck? Cliffie, I've beaten those things on foot.
Carla: Clavin, what's come over you? I mean you're lying to your superiors, you're breaking rules, you're covering up. It's almost like you're developing a personality.
Cliff: Well, Carla, the King of England abdicated his throne for the love of a good woman. The least I could do is tell a little fib. Well, as we say down at the post office, here's looking up your address.
Quote from Cliff
Norm: Uh-oh, Cliff, greenhorn alert.
Margaret: Excuse me, Cliff Clavin?
Cliff: I am.
Margaret: I'm your trainee, Margaret O'Keefe.
Cliff: Straighten up, O'Keefe. You're in uniform. I wasn't informed you were a woman.
Margaret: Sorry, sir.
Cliff: Well, no offense, sister, but I just don't believe that women belong in the trenches. I mean, they're fine for sorting mail or selling stamps, but when you're lugging a 40-pound sack up a hill with a Nor'easter hitting you right smack in the kisser, you don't have time to fret about going home and soaking your delicates.
Margaret: I wear cotton briefs, sir.
Cliff: That'll be enough of that, O'Keefe.