Evan Drake: I remember watching you pitch, Sam. I'll bet you got a lot of great stories, huh?
Sam: Well, yeah. I got a million of 'em. Hold still, I'll be right there.
Assistant #2: Mr. Drake, they're ready for you upstairs now. [off Evan's look] I'll tell them to wait.
Sam: You know how people are always catching you naked when you don't want them to? Well, this time...

Evan Drake: Well, I got a lunch partner.
Rebecca: Well, you know it was really nice to see you again. Even if it was just for a short while.
Evan Drake: Oh, by the way, I'm hosting a little party Friday night for some of the key people. I would love it if you could come.
Rebecca: Oh, Mr. Drake, I'd- l'd- l'd- [Carla kicks a chair into Rebecca] l'd really love that.
Evan Drake: That's great. 8:00, my club, black tie. Yeah, here's the address. And bring a date. Uh, or a companion, or whatever.

Frasier: Can l, uh, get a glass of water. [hiccups]
Carla: Got the hiccups, huh?
Frasier: Yes. It's merely psychosomatic. [hiccups] I guess I'm still upset about that journalistic stab in the back. [hiccups]
Carla: You ought to put a bag over your head.
Frasier: No, no. I'd look ridiculous. I'm just going to do what my mother always taught me.
[Frasier pinches his nose and awkwardly picks up his glass of water to drink at the same time]
Carla: Oh, yeah, you're right, the bag would look silly.
Frasier: There.
Sam: Hey.
Frasier: [hiccups] Oh, damn.

Woody: Wow, Miss Howe. You look pretty enough to take to a barn dance.
Rebecca: Thank you.

Rebecca: Sam, when I'm gone tonight, I want- Why are you wearing a tuxedo?
Sam: Why does Superman wear a cape? To rescue people. This is your big party night, isn't it?
Rebecca: Yes.
Sam: He did tell you to invite somebody, didn't he?
Rebecca: Yes, and I did. An old boyfriend Ryan.
Sam: Oh, really?
Rebecca: Yes, and it wasn't an easy decision.
Sam: Yeah, I'll bet not.
Rebecca: I thought about asking Steve, but he had a modeling gig in New York. And then Jean Pierre is such a bore.

Carla: Frasier, I'm telling you, you should put a bag on your head.
Frasier: Carla, I'm not putting any [hiccups] bag on my head. [hiccups] Oh, give me the damn bag. [hiccups]
Cliff: You know what else I found works, is putting a lemon in your mouth.
Norm: Wait a minute, you can actually get a whole lemon in your mouth?
Cliff: Well, young man, let's take a trip over to Mr. Wizard's laboratory.

Rebecca: Woody, what's this message, "Urgent. See Woody"?
Woody: Oh, right. Uh, Ryan from the escort service called, said there a mistake in the booking. He couldn't make it tonight. Said to be discrete about it. That's why I wrote the note that way.

Sam: Nice party.
Evan Drake: Ah, glad you like it.
Sam: Yeah, yeah.
Evan Drake: I guess I was way off base about Rebecca, wasn't l?
Sam: Oh, yeah, way off, way off. On the way over in the car, she was all over me like a cat in heat.
Evan Drake: Interesting.

Rebecca: Mr. Drake?
Evan Drake: Yes, Rebecca?
Rebecca: Take me. [forcefully kisses Evan]
Evan Drake: What the hell are you doing?
Rebecca: I'm sorry. Oh, I'm so sorry.
Evan Drake: Sam, I think she needs to go home.
Rebecca: No, I don't need to go home.
Evan Drake: Good night.
Rebecca: I'm humiliated.
Sam: I know. Come on.
Rebecca: And disgraced. I'm going to kill myself.
Sam: I still think that thigh thing would have been charming.

Woody: [answers phone] Cheers. Oh, hi, Mrs. Peterson. Yeah, just a minute.
Norm: [takes the phone] Hello. Hi, Vera. Whoa. That's great news. Great. Cliffie. Here, she wants to talk to you.
Cliff: Me? Huh. So, uh, what's the good news?
Norm: That she wants to talk to you.
Cliff: [takes the phone] Yeah, Vera. Oh? Well, uh, uh, you following the recipe exactly? Oh, gee, no, Vera, look. It's supposed to be two cups of water, not vinegar. No, uh, get ahold of yourself, now, Vera. Y- Y- You're making a cake, not building a bomb.
Norm: He obviously hasn't had her tuna casserole.