Howard Cunningham: [Howard sits on Richie's bed holding a wet washcloth on his forehead while he is sick in bed after a bachelor party] You're pretty sick, huh, son?
Richie Cunningham: Well, it must've been something I ate. Probably the salami. You never know what they make salami out of. You know, Dad?
Howard Cunningham: Yeah, that's true. You didn't have too much to drink, now, did you?
[Richie looks up and is shocked by what his dad asked him]
Richie Cunningham: [Richie's hand reaches up and removes the cloth off his forehead] Oh, that's silly. All we had was some beer in teeny-weeny glasses.
Howard Cunningham: How many teeny-weeny glasses did you have?
Richie Cunningham: [Shocked and surprised] 72...
Howard Cunningham: I think it's time for some teeny-weeny cups of coffee.
[Howard leaves the bedroom to retrieve the coffee, after he leaves, Richie puts the cloth back on his forehead]
