Woody: Miss Howe, I have a message for you. Mr. Sheridan is having lunch up in Melville's, and he's gonna be coming down to talk to you when he's through.
Rebecca: Oh, great. Sheridan. Another one of the legions of presidents, vice presidents and consultants this corporation belches forth every five minutes.
Sam: Boy, it seems like you have to be a real loser not to be at least a vice president in that company, doesn't it? [off Rebecca's look] I'm sorry.
Rebecca: He is undoubtedly here to ask me some humiliating, menial favor that he couldn't palm off on some other flunky. You know, today I draw the line. Today, this gal is going to shoot down her first corporate bigwig.
Sam: Oh, please. The first time you try to stand up to this guy, you're going to crumble like a bag of potato chips.

Rebecca: The point is, this place is big and scary and I really hate it. Oh, and to make matters even worse, last night, the only thing I could get on television was this movie about this young, beautiful, dark-haired woman, that was all alone in this deserted house.
Woody: Hey, what about that scene where the guy cuts her head off?
Rebecca: Woody, please.
Woody: There's no way her head's gonna come off in one clean cut like that. Believe me, I've seen my uncle butcher hogs, and you have to hack and hack and hack. And when the gardener got it?
Rebecca: Woody, that's enough!
Woody: All right. Don't spoil the ending for everybody else. Yeah, but when you see it, take my advice and turn away when you hear, vrooom-mm-mm-mm! Vrooom-mm-mm-mm!
Rebecca: Woody! Woody. I am just a tiny bit on edge.
Woody: Oh. Sorry, Miss Howe. [blender whirs]
Rebecca: Stop it, Woody!
Woody: Some bar manager, afraid of a blender.

Lilith: What's so funny?
Frasier: Oh, it's nothing, really. It's just this relaxation exercise I've been doing. I've been imagining people naked and wearing black socks, you see, to relieve my anxiety over my speech. Frankly, it's worked miracles. I've been doing it all week. I haven't even thought about it once.
Lilith: When do you present that?
Frasier: My, God. [runs out]

Rebecca: Oh, God, he came home early. He's on his way home from the airport!
Cliff: All right, men, I suggest we fall back to our original positions.
Norm: What are you talking about?
Cliff: To the bar! Back to the bar!
Norm: Yes, sir! Right away, sir!

Rebecca: [voice breaking] Well, I guess I deserve this. I'm always doing stupid favors for everybody. [crying] I guess it finally caught up with me.
Sam: No, no, don't do that, please. I hate it when you cry. [Rebecca sobs] All right, all right, all right. Look, wait, wait, wait, come on. I'll tell Sheridan it was all my fault, all right?
Rebecca: [talks normally] Fine. Wait up, guys!
Sam: That's great. Really nice.

Mr. Sheridan: I'm back. Where's my big boy? Where's my Buster?
Rebecca: What, no hello? No description of the trip? No slides?
Mr. Sheridan: I finished early so I caught a late flight. [whistles] Here, boy! Where are you, boy? Here, Buster!
Sam: He is, um...
Woody: He's sleeping in the kitchen.
Rebecca: That's right.
Mr. Sheridan: Miss Howe, who's this man?
Rebecca: This man? He's Woody. He's my boyfriend.
Woody: Wow, Miss Howe.
Mr. Sheridan: Your boyfriend calls you Miss Howe?
Rebecca: I was his teacher. I got real lonely, a-and I thought I'd call him over here for company.

Woody: Well, wait. I just remembered the attack word isn't "Cochise," it's that other Indian name.
Cliff: [laughs] Woody, what other Indian name? There are a million other Indian names, my friend. There's, uh, Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull, Pocahontas, Geronimo... [vicious barking] [yells]
Woody: That's it!
Cliff: Go away! Go away!
Woody: Hey, he's got Mr. Clavin trapped in the men's room.
Norm: That's okay. We can use the one up at Melville's.

Carla: [on the phone] Hello? Hi. I'm calling for Woody. We need the counter-command for Satan.
Cliff: [o.s.] Get out of here, you beast from hell! [vicious growling]
Carla: Okay, thanks. [hangs up]
Rebecca: Did you get it?
Carla: Yeah.
Rebecca: Well, what is it? [Cliff groans in pain]
Carla: Good night, everyone! [vicious barking]
Woody: Good night, everyone! Satan! Good night, everyone! [barking continues] It doesn't work.

Cliff: Remember the hours you spent sticking those tracks together?
Norm: Getting the little houses just so, and making sure those tunnels were all straight.
Cliff: Yeah. Smelling the electricity burn up that transformer. Hey, hey. Did you ever have one of those electric cattle cars where the cows come vibrating down the chute?
Norm: I can move 40 head in ten minutes, pal.
Cliff: Go on! Get out of here.
Norm: You get out of here! I could, too. I got to get rid of that thing though. It's taking up lots of space. I want to sell it.
Cliff: Yeah, yeah. You'd get a good price for it, I bet you.
Norm: Yeah. It's a collector's item. Shoot a little stick?
Cliff: Yeah, yeah. [the guys turn around as they approach the back room] I'm the engineer!
Norm: Like hell you are! It's my train! It's my train! Hey!

Woody: What'll it be, Dr. Crane?
Frasier: The usual. [laughing]
Woody: What's so funny?
Frasier: [laughing]
Woody: [laughing]
Sam: What's so funny?
Woody: It's a private joke, Sam.