Original artwork, not a still
I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. (a customer knocks on the door) Sorry, we’re closed.
— Cheers · 1982
Behind the line
What it means
Our interpretation.
The speaker is overflowing with delight at their own good fortune, declaring themselves the luckiest person alive. The moment a customer knocks, though, the happy mood is briskly overruled by a flat refusal: the place is closed. The joy is real, and it clearly outranks business.
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