- Sam Malone: I think I'll just stretch out on the couch here.
- Norm Peterson: Oh, no, no, I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight.
- Sam Malone: You sleeping on the couch?
- Norm Peterson: Yeah, yeah, sometimes when I come home late from Cheers, I don't like to wake Vera up, so I just crash out on the couch here.
- Sam Malone: But you're always late at Cheers.
- Norm Peterson: Yeah, how about that!
- Esther Clavin: Dear Lord, bless Clifford and me, unworthy wretches that we are. Bless the postal system and keep it from harm by helping it to detect the real loonies. Bless our friends and thank you for letting Sam find succor here tonight. Bless the late Mr. Clavin. I know he's not in your vicinity but rather roasting in hell on a spit reserved for those who desert their family. Amen.