Cliff Quote #438
Quote from Cliff in How to Win Friends and Electrocute People
Sam: Oh, wow, man. You know, it's lucky you dropped by. We were having this argument. Maybe you can settle it for us. We were wondering who came up with that great post office phrase, you know: "Rain, sleet, dark of night..." That kind of thing. [everybody agreeing]
Cliff: [pause] Excuse me. [clearing throat] He did ask.
Dave: Okay, but keep it short.
Cliff: Well, uh, you know, interestingly enough, uh it harks back to, uh, the early Persian empire, about 500 B.C.
Sam: Oh, is that right?
Hugh: Great.
Pete: Really?
Cliff: Oh, yeah, yeah. As a matter of fact, a lot of our ancient wonders are postal related.
Norm: Get out.
Cliff: Oh, yeah. No, really. The pyramids for example, they were post offices. And the Sphinx, that was a late-night drop off. [groaning] But, uh, I digress.
‘How to Win Friends and Electrocute People’ Quotes
Quote from Lilith
Lilith: Sam, can I talk to you for a minute?
Sam: Sure, have a seat.
Lilith: Frasier and I will be covering over 4,500 miles round-trip and I think it's only fair that I share some of the driving. However, I am handicapped by one tiny thing. I've never operated a motorized vehicle before.
Sam: You don't know how to drive?
Lilith: I always meant to learn, but when I was a teenager, I was too busy having fun.
Quote from Woody
Sam: What, what are you, what are you talking about? Well, it took a lot of expensive and complicated tests, Sammy, but they finally found out what that pain was in my abdomen. The experts call it appendicitis. [all chuckling]
Norm: Woo, Cliffie, come on. Now, that's a simple you know, I had it when I was a kid. There's nothing to it.
Woody: I actually liked having my appendix out. My parents told me I could have all the ice cream I wanted.
Sam: No, Woody, I think you're talking about tonsils.
Woody: Well, it was a long time ago, Sam, but I'm pretty sure it was ice cream.
Quote from Woody
Cliff: Boy, oh, boy. How many times have I walked through that door, huh? Yep, good-bye old bar. Take care, old stool.
Norm: Where you going, Cliff?
Cliff: I'm going in for surgery tomorrow. Who knows if I'll ever walk into God's blue sky again. It's all up to the man upstairs.
Woody: Vic, the matre d' at Melville's?
Sam: No, Woody. No, never mind.