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Cheers: And God Created Woodman

614. And God Created Woodman

Aired January 14, 1988

Woody takes the blame when Rebecca accidentally breaks an expensive vase at a cocktail party she organized for the company's chairman. Meanwhile, Cliff starts selling mail-order shoes.

Quote from Rebecca

Rebecca: It was there. I was holding it. It was right in my hands, and now it's gone.
Woody: Well, maybe we can glue it back together and no one will ever know. [looks in the kitchen] Forget that.
Rebecca: Oh!
Sam: Just calm down now. Calm down. It was an accident. I'm sure Mr. Collier will understand.
Rebecca: No, he won't. This isn't the first time I've goofed up at the company. I started out as a junior executive and I'm diligently working my way down to the mailroom with a brief stopover at that Siberia called Cheers. [sobs]
Sam: Shh-shh. Stop it. Just calm down here. Calm down.
Rebecca: I know. I'll just resign now, move back to San Diego, join the Navy, grow old and die.

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Quote from Rebecca

Rebecca: This is Daniel T. Collier, the chairman of the board, the chief executive officer of Lillian.
All: Oh.
Norm: Sammy, don't you have, like, the slightest bit of guilt selling this bar to a corporation named Lillian?
Rebecca: Well, we used to be called Drax Chemical, Dye and Munitions, but people had trouble believing our motto: "We care about people."

Quote from Sam

Linda: Another Manhattan.
Sam: Manhattan, huh? I own a lot of that, you know?
Linda: Right, the eccentric millionaire routine.
Sam: You know, I got to tell you the truth here. I'm getting kind of bored serving all these stiffs drinks. What do you say you and I go out and spend some of my money? What time does France close anyway?
Linda: I think they're remodeling.
Sam: Oh.
Linda: Have any other suggestions?
Sam: Unfortunately, my mansion's being painted and my yacht's in dry dock. Well, let me see... Oh, I know it. I know it. You know, my chauffeur's got a little one-bedroom apartment downtown. What do you say you and I go slumming?

Quote from Carla

Carla: Oh! Oh! [gasping]
Woody: Sam, I think Carla has a drink order.
Sam: Sweetheart, are you all right?
Carla: Sammy, I think this could be it. I think the twins are coming.
Sam: Oh.
Carla: Ooh, ooh! [groans]
Rebecca: What do you know? The Sixers are in town tonight. Isn't it amazing how Carla's labor pains always seem to coincide with Celtic home games?
Carla: Hey, hey, hey, hey! Wait a minute. Now, you think that I would exploit this beautiful thing called motherhood just to go to some stupid basketball game? [groaning] I'm insulted!
Rebecca: Carla, I'm not falling for it this time. You can scream till you shatter every glass in this bar, but you're not going anywhere. [Carla groans]
Sam: Sweetheart, you're just going to have to give birth right here in the bar. Come on. It won't be that bad. Remember, the last kid you had here was no big deal. All you had to do was a little snip-snip and a quick mop-up and you were right back on your feet. [Carla groans]
Rebecca: Let me call you a cab, Carla.
Carla: [talks normally] It's all right. I got one waiting. Thank you.
Sam: Hey, uh, there wouldn't happen to be another seat in the delivery room, would there?
Carla: No, no. There are only seats for me and Eddie, Sam. Oh, come on. Maybe next... child. [groans]

Quote from Norm

Rebecca: I have been asked to organize a cocktail party for Mr. Daniel T. Collier.
Norm: Ooh, Daniel T. Collier, the lemon wafer king?
Hugh: No, no, that's Donald P. Cooper.
Tim: Hey, I love those lemon wafers.
Pete: You ever dip them in cocoa and try to get them out without breaking them?
Frasier: Yeah, yeah. Do you know you can make a mock apple pie with those?
Norm: Excuse me. Those are Ritz Crackers.
Rebecca: Stop talking about wafers!

Quote from Cliff

Cliff: [sings] When there's a shine on your shoes There's a melody in your heart Shiny shoes, huh? Shiny shoes, shiny shoes. Ah, gents, notice anything different about me today?
Norm: Okay, I'll go out on a limb. New shoes?
Cliff: Yes, siree, Normie. And for a limited time only, thanks to the US Postal Service, you, too, can be saying to your feet, "Thanks for your support."
Frasier: Are we to deduce from this, Cliff, that you are now selling mail-order shoes?
Cliff: I am not selling shoes here, Doctor. I'm selling dreams. Dreams of a little cobbler in Missouri who pours his heart into every sole.
Norm: Actually, Cliff, with a pair of dark socks those could look halfway decent.

Quote from Woody

Norm: All right, order me a size 11.
Cliff: Normie, Normie, Normie, these are not your assembly line clodhoppers. These are precisely machine-measured.
Norm: How do I do it then?
Cliff: Just trace your tootsies on a cocktail napkin over here, fellas, all right?
Woody: I'll tell you. This brings back memories of my dad when I was a kid.
Frasier: Did you all always used to order your shoes through the mail?
Woody: No, he was always getting taken by some huckster.

Quote from Rebecca

Rebecca: Sam, if you were throwing a party, would you order Dom Perignon or Cristal?
Sam: Cristal.
Rebecca: Dom Perignon it is, then.
Sam: This is getting insulting. You know, I don't think that she respects us.
Woody: What do you mean "us," Sam? You're the one who goofed up that champagne thing.

Quote from Woody

Sam: Woody, come on, man. We're a team.
Woody: Is that the insulting part?
Sam: This- The point is, she doesn't think that we're worthy of hanging around with her society friends. She thinks we're nincompoops.
Woody: Nincompoops? Let's go, Sam. We're going to talk to her.
Sam: What?
Woody: Nobody calls Woody Boyd a nincompoop. Except my dad.

Quote from Sam

Rebecca: Sam, now, look. Really, why do you care? Why on Earth do you want to work this party?
Sam: All right, you know, by not hiring us, what you're doing is you're telling the rest of the world that Sam Malone is not fit for the society of decent folks, that he's incompetent, that he's a clod.
Woody: What about me, Sam?
Sam: You, too, Woody. I'm going to tell you something, lady. We may not have come out of Harvard. We may not belong to a yacht club. We may not have tended bar at a polo tournament, but we know how to do our job and we do it with dignity and class.
Rebecca: You're right. I'm sorry. The job is yours.
[After Sam and Woody celebrate, Woody gets a piggyback from Sam as they leave Rebecca's office]

Quote from Woody

Woody: Isn't this place something, Sam?
Sam: Ooh, yeah.
Woody: I think it's even nicer than Wheeler's Funeral Parlor in Hanover. Of course, that's not the most fun place in town.
Sam: Well, I'll bet not.
Woody: That would be Bob's Funeral Parlor.

Quote from Sam

Sam: Great party, huh?
Linda: Yes. I'll have a Manhattan.
Sam: What? Oh, this. Well, you think I'm a bartender, huh?
Linda: What do you think you are?
Sam: Well, to tell you the truth, I used to be a bartender, but now I'm an eccentric millionaire. I just dress like this to remind myself of my modest beginnings.
Rebecca: Back behind the bar.
Sam: I pay her to say that. It keeps me humble.
Rebecca: Malone, now! [clicks her fingers]
Sam: Ooh, that was a good one, huh? I'm going to have to give her a raise, huh? Looking good.

Quote from Sam

Linda: Let me guess: you're not really rich at all, are you?
Sam: Well, now, define "rich." I have my health.
Linda: I uh, think I'll just stick with the drink.
Sam: Let me get this straight: when you thought that I was a millionaire, you were ready to go out with me, but now that I'm just a healthy bartender, you don't want to have anything to do with me. I gotta tell you, lady, that makes you an incredibly shallow person.
Linda: Do you actually think this sort of approach is going to work?
Sam: [chuckles] Absolutely. You see, I'm an incredibly shallow person myself. Between the two of us, we couldn't make a decent wading pool. What do you say, huh?
Linda: Don't I know you from somewhere?
Sam: Yeah, well, you probably caught me out at Fenway, huh?
Linda: Of course. I bought a bag of peanuts from you.

Quote from Rebecca

Woody: Go figure, Miss Howe. I mean, you break the vase, and I end up being the big boss' buddy. Isn't life funny?
Rebecca: Do you mean funny "ha-ha" or funny "a living nightmare"?
Woody: Is something wrong, Miss Howe?
Rebecca: Yes, something is wrong. I am the one who should be playing pool. I'm the one who should be smoking cigars and drinking brandy. I'm the one who should be going out with his granddaughter. You know what I mean.

Quote from Frasier

Pete: Hey, Cliff, I got to hand it to you. These are really comfortable.
Cliff: Eh, you bet ya.
Sam: What style are these?
Frasier: The Star Fighter.
Sam: Oh.
Frasier: Yes. I was sorely tempted to get the Coup de Villes, but, uh, I do love tassels, so...

Quote from Sam

Rebecca: Announcement! Announcement! I just got a phone call, and if things work out, it might be my ticket out of here. [all cheering] Don't you even want to know what it's about?
Sam: There's more?

Quote from Woody

Rebecca: Okay, I'm going to need the best of everything: the best food, the best liquor.
Sam: The best bartenders.
Rebecca: You? [laughs]
Woody: [laughs] Good one, Sam.
Sam: Did I say something funny here?
Woody: Well, actually, I didn't get it either. I was just laughing to be polite. But in my own defense, I do get some things that no one else does.

Quote from Woody

Woody: Miss Howe, with all due respect, that nincompoop crack really hurt.
Rebecca: Woody, I didn't call you a nincompoop.
Woody: All right, then why you won't let us tend bar at your party? Is it because you think we're incompetent? You think we're not smooth enough? You think we're uncouth?
Rebecca: No, I need you here.
Woody: Oh, okay. Let's go, Sam.

Quote from Sam

Sam: Oh, my God. Woody, is it me or is that woman gorgeous?
Woody: You look nice, Sam, but I'm going to have to go with the woman.
Sam: Do me a favor here, will ya, buddy? Hold down the fort here while I pass that lady a tray of smoked Sammy.

Quote from Sam

Woody: Oh Boy, Sam, I really feel sorry for her.
Sam: Never thought I'd say it, but so do l. Look at this party she threw together here, and then that happens. Poor kid.
Woody: You think they'll make me manager?
Sam: Hey, yo, over here.

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