Norm: The body's gone, Sam.
Sam: Well, we're just gonna have to find it before somebody else does.
Carla: "Horoscopes are for suckers, Carla."

Sam: Hey, does anyone know where this dumbwaiter goes?
Rebecca: The cellar, I think. Robin and I were going to have one, right off the kitchen by the inglenook, those little leaded glass windows, overlooking the little herb garden. I'd love it if he were dead.

Sam: All right, all right, all right. Plan B. Uh... All right, somebody climb in the dumbwaiter here and, uh, I'll lower you down.
Norm: Okay. Okey-doke.
Sam: No, uh Just a thought, but maybe Carla should go, huh?
Carla: Oh, sure, sure. I'd love to be lowered down into the cellar on a rope to look for a dead body in the dark. Who believes in horoscopes?
Sam: Are you there yet?
Carla: [o.s.] Uh, a little more!
Monika: [enters] Hello, Uncle Sam.
[Carla screams, heavy thud]

Sam: Carla, honey, I'm sorry!
Carla: [o.s.] That wasn't funny, Sammy!
Sam: Have you got the body?
Carla: [o.s.] Yes. Now pull us up.
Sam: All right. Here we come. Here we go. I see you.
Kelly: What are you doing, Sam?
Sam: Ooh!
[Carla screams, loud thud]
Sam: Nothing. Nothing.

Sam: Carla?! Sweetheart, I'm sorry.
Carla: [o.s.] You are a dead man, Malone.
Sam: I'm sorry, honey. l- l'm gonna pull you up right now. Hey, you want to give me a hand here, Norm? [Norm claps] No, no, no, no. With the body. I gotta get the minister into the wine closet.
Norm: You know, this guy didn't move around that much when he was alive.
Sam: I'm sorry, sweetheart.
Carla: Oh, no, no, don't apologize, Sam. Your dropping me was funny, and then the second time was hysterical. Then this third time, I said to myself... [Dieter screams as he enters the kitchen]
[Carla screaming, loud thud]

Man: Sie dort! Ich habe Dich gewart. Nun wirst Du dafuer bezahlen!
Sam: No, no, no. Frasier, do you speak German?
Man: Ich werde dich wie ein gefeseltes Schwein multilieren.
Frasier: Well, I picked up a smattering during med school, but it's been so long. I did recognize the word "mutilate," though.
Man: Das ist nicht Alles was ich abschlagen werde.
Frasier: He speaks too fast for me, Sam, but I can tell you this... he's clearly insane. Good with a sword, though.

Sam: Oh, Lord. At the very least, I thought I was gonna get the living daylights kicked out of me.
Carla: [o.s.] The night is young.
Sam: Ooh!
[Carla screams, loud thud]
Norm: Sammy, you're gonna have to let her out of there sooner or later.
Sam: Yeah, yeah, later. Much, much later.

Sam: So, where's Woody, anyway?
Cliff: Oh, he's upstairs with Kelly. I- I was beginning to feel like a third wheel. [chuckles] Yeah.
Norm: Do you want to give me a hand here? [Cliff claps] Why are we the only people who find that funny?

Mr. Gaines: Finally, we seem to be ready to start the wedding. I'll go upstairs and get Kelly.
Sam: Oh, no, no, no. Mr. Gaines.
Mr. Gaines: Right, Sam, and you get Woody. Let's do it.
Sam: [shouts] All right now, you go upstairs, Mr. Gaines, to Kelly's room!
Mr. Gaines: Sam, please. You're yelling loud enough to wake the dead.
Sam: Oh, yeah, if only I could.

Sam: Whew! I wonder what put the fear into those dogs?
Carla: Oh, Mayday... It's payday!
Sam: No, no, no, honey, please, sweetheart...
Carla: You stand still and take it like a man.
Sam: No, no, I never fight with women, especially one who could cream me.