- Cliff Clavin: [walks into Cheers on a winter afternoon] Woody, set me up with a beer, will you?
- Woody Boyd: Aren't you going to finish your mail route, Mr. Clavin?
- Cliff Clavin: Are you kidding? There's too much snow and sleet out there. Besides, it's getting a little dark.
- Sam Malone: [daydreams about playing catch with his son, Little Same grows transparent] Sam? What's going on?
- Little Sam: See you in a couple years, Dad.
- [fades out]
- Sam Malone: Sam? Where're you going? Sam?