Cliff: I got something to add to the conversation. If a 100-megaton warhead detonated over the city of Boston, the results would be so horrific that the survivors would envy the dead.
Norm: We weren't having a conversation, Cliff.
Cliff: Well! Then food for thought.

Woody: Well, it's probably best you didn't come last night. I've still got to iron out a few bugs.
Cliff: Well, all I can tell you, Woody, is that Ma loved the play. Yeah, I mean, there's something about the idea of sweet old ladies being cold-blooded murderesses. Just seemed to tickle her funny bone. [laughs] All the way home she just laughed and laughed. Matter of fact, I woke up at 3:00 a.m., and there she was sitting in my room in a rocking chair rocking back and forth, staring at me and making this low, guttural chuckle. Boy, does she love the theater.

Carla: Whoa! I'm gonna be a psychic! Who could have predicted that?