Hey, hey, hey... stop laughing at my pal here, huh? This guy had the only dream more ridiculous than mine.
Cliff
Oh, yeah?
Cliff
Is that right, Marco Rollo?
Hey, I've gotta buy a drink for The Great Cliffini.
Cliff
Oh, next round is on me for Ferdinand Ma-jelly-belly!
Listen to The Flying Rear-end-a!
Cliff
Oh, is that right, Christopher Colum-butt?
You can't give her some standard pre-arranged speech you have for dumping women.
I do not have a standard pre-arranged speech for dumping women. Come on, every situation is different. For example now the speech I dumped you with will be totally inappropriate.
I don't think you dumped me.
Well you see that was the beauty of it. Come on give me credit will you, for knowing I couldn't possibly have one speech for every situation.
Cliff
Yeah, he's got six.
[To help a sick Cliff, Norm offers to deliver the rest of the mail on Cliff's route]
Cliff
Ah, Norm, you're not trained. You're not qualified.
What qualified? You drop ‘em in a slot. A chimp could do it.
Cliff
You're kiddin', no way. They did a study at the University of Michigan – chimps were 32% slower. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, they were better with customer relations and everything...
Yeah, Cliffy had himself the "Ton O' T-Bone". For less than four bucks you get 24 ounces of USDA Choice "bef".
Cliff
Bef? No, you mean beef.
Beef? Don't be ridiculous, Cliffy. That stuff is "bef". You see it's a Hungry Heifer trademark for a processed, synthetic – what – meat-like substance.
Cliff
Ah, no.
What do you expect for four bucks? You see me complainin' about the "loobster"?
[Woody is shy when a woman tries to pick him up]
Maybe she came on too strong. Some guys don't like that.
Cliff
Well, I know how the lad feels. In the, uh, mating ritual I like to be the aggressor. ‘Course, uh, I don't mind the woman giving me a clear signal that I caught her eye.
You mean like sticking a finger down her throat?
[Cliff is showing off his new sunglasses]
Cliff
Italian imports – sixty-five smackeroonies. That's right, notice the, uh, sleek European styling there, the sturdy reinforced frames and the high tech shatterproof reflective lenses that allow me to scope out the dollies without, uh, drawing attention to myself.
You could walk up to ‘em naked with your hair on fire and not draw attention to yourself.
Cliff
How would you know? They only work on women.
They seem to have given you courage.
[Cliff's dad, on the run from the law, leaves secretly]
What do you supposed happened to him?
Cliff
It's obvious, isn't it? My father didn't trust me so he gave me the slip out of the bathroom window. I guess I'll, uh, just go home. (dejected, he starts to leave)
But, you're ruling out the other possibility.
Cliff
What other possibility?
Well, it's a little known fact, but more and more people have been going into men's rooms and vaporizing. I mean just disappearing into thin air. It's an unexplained phenomenon.
It's kinda like, uh, the Bermuda Triangle.
Cliff
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get serious, will you.
Cliff
Well, you know, however, uh, this much is true: you know, uh, it's been recent sightings of, uh, human beings being, uh, shot up into the underbelly of alien spacecraft. You know, and speaking of the Bermuda Triangle... it's not technically a triangle.
Cliff
Heck no! It's a "trapazedarhomboid". Perfect for, uh, attracting Martian spacecraft.
[The gang discusses the stranger in the bar]]
Aw, come on, man. Just 'cause he looks like a spy and acts like a spy doesn't mean he is a spy, does it?
I think it pretty much does, Sam. You don't suppose this guy is with, like, the CIA or FBI or anything, do you?
Cliff
Ah, could be.
Alright, let's go over the four things we know about him: He's been here since we opened, he's not drinking, he's not waiting for a table upstairs... Actually, that's only three. Anybody else know anything?
That would be four, then.