- Norm Henderson: Look, Shely, it's not all bad news, look! Look! The paper described you as thee 34 year-old Shelly Kilmartin.
- Shelly Kilmartin: I am 34. How old did you think I was?
- Norm Henderson: I... I thought you were, ah, very-pretty years old.
- Danny Sanchez: Aren't you worried about what Mr. Denby is going to do to you?
- Norm Henderson: Well, yeah, of course I am, but, but I'm more worried about Shelly, you know? I mean - I don't want to see her punished, you know? Unless she's getting spanked by another hot broad, you know.
- Shelly Kilmartin: Laurie, I need to ask you and Danny something really important.
- Norm Henderson: Ah, come on Shelly you don't do you high school games here, if you like me, then just tell me directly.
- Shelly Kilmartin: [points at him] Who do I tell if I feel absolutely nothing?
- Norm Henderson: [after five seconds of thinking] Well, I think you should probably tell a doctor.
- Councilman Schmutznik: Okay! The next matter before the committee is the hearing in support of MC-218, the Norm Law.
- Norm Henderson: The Norm Law?
- [to Denby, whom has suggested that law earlier]
- Norm Henderson: Sir, I cannot believe this. You are besmirching the name of many a famous Norm's. why, I believe the great Norm Crosby himself would find this law grossly erogenous
- Max Denby: You're in big trouble, mister!
- [going through files in a bunch of boxes on Norm he's brought to the hearing]
- Max Denby: Big trouble! I was up all night working on my speech, all night; takes about two hours. Ah, I left a little time at the end for people to chant your name in anger!
- [wheeling a some heavy boxes on a dolly to the podium]
- Councilman Schmutznik: First of all, let me apologize for the long wait. All right now! We will now hear from a mister Denby, and then a Norm Henderson, then lastly we will question the Shelly Kilmartin about her alleged negligence. Unfortunately, because we are behind schedule we will have to limit everyone's testimony. Mister Denby, you have thirty seconds.
- Max Denby: [sudden look of shock] Thir'? Wha-what, what? WHAT?
- [looking at his watch and stuttering heavily]
- Max Denby: I-I-I, thirty! Un-un-un-un, NO! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, I got, I got these files!
- [lifting the massive paper work]
- Max Denby: These files! There's, there's so, so, so much! I-I-I-I-I-I
- [looking at his watch again]
- Max Denby: N-NOOOOO! AH! NORM!
- [pointing like a madman for a few seconds with a throbbing forehead vein]
- Max Denby: BAD!
- [taking off his glasses and lowering his head in defeat]