Rebecca: Vodka martini for Mr. Treadwell and make it snappy.
Sam: Oh, no, that's the one drink I don't know how to make.
Rebecca: Things seem to be going very well.
Sam: Yeah, just make sure he gets a napkin. We only lost about a thousand points on that last time. As if it would have really killed him to use the paper towels.

Rebecca: Here you go, Mr. Treadwell. Notice the cocktail napkin. There's plenty more where that one came from.
Murray Treadwell: Mm, very nice.
Rebecca: Yes, we make a good martini here.
Murray Treadwell: Oh, that, too.
Rebecca: [giggles] Very sweet of you. Do you have any questions about Cheers?
Murray Treadwell: Actually, I do. But, unfortunately, I'm running a little bit late. Would you, by any chance be free for dinner tonight?
Rebecca: Dinner?
Murray Treadwell: Yes, it's the third meal of the day. We could find somewhere nice and quiet where we wouldn't be disturbed.
Rebecca: Uh... I don't know.
Murray Treadwell: You know, the more time you and I spend together, the happier I think you'll be with the review.
Rebecca: Will you excuse me a minute? I just want to check my schedule.

Carla: I- I really, I don't know why everybody thinks I could just pick myself up and go. I got two newborn babies.
Cliff: Eh, take them. Tykes fly free.
Norm: Yeah, usually in the seat right next to me.

Sam: Carla, Eddie's afraid that you're ashamed of him.
Carla: Well, I'm not.
Sam: Well, tell him. Don't tell me.
Carla: I will! The minute he gets back.
Woody: You're not afraid to fly, are you, Carla?
Carla: Me? Afraid to fly? Me? [laughing] [cackling] [maniacal laughter] [laughing]
Woody: Well, it must be something.

Sam: Sweetheart, that was just one time. I mean, look at me. When I was playing ball, I must have flown 200,000 miles, and I don't remember anything happening.
Carla: 'Cause you were always drunk.
Sam: Damn right.

Sam: Oh, hey, Frasier. Yeah. You're just the man I'm looking for here.
Frasier: You looking for my camaraderie, Sam, or do you want some free psychiatric advice?
Sam: Uh, that free thing there.
Frasier: Good.
Sam: Come on. What do you say, Carla?
Carla: Oh, no way, Sam. Uh-uh. I like my head this size. Just keep him away from me.
Sam: He's the only shrink we know.
Frasier: Oh, stop, Sam. You're embarrassing me.

Frasier: Before we take off, I'd like to commend you. It's been an intense week, but here we are, finally, at the end of our journey. Or should I say, perhaps the beginning of the end... [a woman gasps] of our journey. [chuckles] I guess we're all set. Let's get this show on the road.
Man #1: Dr. Crane, uh, I l hope you don't mind. I brought along a little Saint Christopher's medal.
Frasier: Oh. Well, no. If that helps you, that's fine.
Carla: Oh, great. Anybody else want one?
Frasier: Now, now, Carla. All religious artifacts must be stored either below the seat in front of you or in the overhead bin. [laughs] There, now. Isn't this fun? Huh?

Norm: Uh-oh! We got the Cheers review today.
Rebecca: Oh, God! Here it comes. Well, at least you'll all know I didn't compromise myself. And that we probably got a horrendous review and I'll get fired. I can still look at myself in the mirror and say, "Would it have killed you?"
Norm: "Hurrah, hurrah for Cheers, the best bar in Boston."
Sam: Oh, you slept with him.
Rebecca: I did not. "Warm, inviting, a delight from top to bottom."
Sam: The bar or you?
Rebecca: I did not sleep with him.
Sam: Oh, stop it. I think I respect you more now than I ever did.
Rebecca: I did not sleep with him. You just have a filthy mind. Nobody else in here thinks that, so just shut up.
Al: How was he?
Rebecca: I did not sleep with him.

Sam: [answers phone] Yeah. Cheers. As a matter of fact, she is. Hold on one second. It's your boss.
Rebecca: [takes the phone] Hello. Mr. Drake. Did you happen to catch our remarkable review? Good? Oh, it was fantastic. Yes. We're all very proud. Yeah, well, you know, we work pretty hard... No! I did not sleep with him.

Frasier: Good air in and the bad air out. That's good. Nice, easy breathing. Now, there. Don't you all feel better? [plane creaks] Now, now. Remember what we learned. Meow, meow, meow.
All: Meow, meow, meow. Meow, meow, meow.
Frasier: That's just a little kitty cat. C-A-T - Clear Air Turbulence. Now now that you're all relaxed, we can take this opportunity to, uh well, further discuss the irrationality of our fears. Anyone?
Man #1: I- l I just wish I had more control. I think I'd feel better if I were flying the plane.
Man #2: Trust me. That doesn't help.
Carla: How do you know?
Man #2: I was a pilot for this airline.
Frasier: You were?
Man #2: I was flying a jumbo jet - full plane - and it occurred to me that all these people had their lives in the hands of someone like me. I couldn't go up again.