Bill Ray: You're having a good time, aren't you?
　　
Norman: Huh?
　　
Bill Ray: Chelsea told me all about how you like to have a good time messing with people's heads. She does too, sometimes. Me, sometimes I can get into it. Sometimes not. You know, it's not imperative that you and I become friends. I thought it would be nice. I'm sure you're a fascinating person, and I thought it would be fascinating to get to know you, but that's obviously not an easy task. So you just go ahead and be as... poopy, to quote Chelsea, as you want to be, and I'll be as nice and as civil as I can be. But I think there's one thing you should know while you're jerking me around and making me feel like an asshole. I know *precisely* what you're up to. And I'll take just so much of it. Now what is the bottom line on this illict sleeping together question?
　　
Norman: Very good. That was a good speech. Bottom line, huh? You're a bottom line man? All right, here's the bottom line... O-kay.
　　
Bill Ray: Huh?
　　
Norman: You seem like a nice man. A bit verbose, but nice...
　　
Bill Ray: Thank you.
　　
Norman: ...and you're right about me. I am fascinating.
　　
Bill Ray: I'm sure you are.
　　
Norman: But let's get back to the sex thing... anything you want to know, just ask me. Go ahead.
　　
Bill Ray: No, no... I just, uh, wanted to clear that up. Chelsea and I *can* sleep together.
　　
Norman: Sure, sure, please do.
　　
[pauses, resumes reading]
　　
Norman: Just don't let Ethel catch you.