[Cliff enters the bar]
Sam: How's it goin', Cliffy?
Cliff: Aah. I'm in no mood to talk. [everyone in the bar applauds loudly] Ah, guys, thanks for cheerin' me up with your humor. Oh, okay, uh, I'll tell you what's botherin' me.
Carla: [looks to heaven] Oh, please, dear God, let this be a story about the post office.
Cliff: There's this, uh, there's this guy down at work, Marty Furman...
Carla: [looks to heaven] Don't you people know from sarcasm?