(Norm is afraid he'll have to sleep with Dot Carroll, the IRS agent, to prevent the audit of his taxes.)
Cliff: Relax, Norm. I've been brainstorming. I've come up with a plan.
Norm: I'm desperate. I'll try anything. Come on.
Cliff: Tell you what, here's the plan: I go to the hotel in your place, right? I reach in, flick off the light, say "Room service for Dot Carroll". In the meantime, I got a big bag full of wild squirrels with sparklers attached to their tails. I drop 'em in the room; they run around terrified, setting off the alarms and the sprinklers... OK? In the ensuing hub-bub, she forgets all about her little date with you. Trust me - you think a cold shower's a mood killer? Try a bag of wild squirrels.
Norm: Thanks, Cliff, but you don't have to go to the trouble.
Cliff: That's all right... I already got the squirrels.