Norm: [enters] Afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm!
Sam: What would you like, Norm?
Norm: A reason to live. Keep them coming.

Sam: [comes out of his office] Diane, am I pronouncing this right? Giv-er-ny?
Diane: [French accent] Giverny.
Sam: Thank you.
Frasier: It seems every time we have a discussion about something, it turns into- What was that all about?
Diane: Sam is developing an interest in the Impressionists.
Frasier: Hmm.
Diane: Hmm, what?
Frasier: Hmm, this is suspicious. I think it's part of Sam's grand design to win you back.
Diane: Oh, not this again. You're starting to sound like a broken record.
Frasier: Oh, now you're saying that I'm redundant. That I repeat myself. That I say things over and over.

Norm: Cliffie had the Ton O'T-Bone. For less than four bucks you get 24 ounces of USDA choice beff.
Cliff: Beff? No, you mean beef.
Norm: Beef? Don't be ridiculous, Cliffie, that stuff is beff. It's a Hungry Heifer trademark for a processed, synthetic... What, uh, meat-like substance.
Cliff: Oh, no.
Norm: What do you expect for four bucks? You see me complain about the loobster?

Carla: So how was your meal at the Hungry Heifer?
Norm: Well, Cliff was a little fussy at first, but I think I made a convert out of him.
Carla: Really?
Cliff: Well, yeah, my steak was a little gristly, but what do you expect from a place decorated with a mural depicting the Heimlich manoeuvre?

Sam: Guys, does anybody remember anything that Diane has said about Impressionism?
Carla: No, but I know she makes a bad first one. After that, it gets worse.

Sam: I found out Paula likes French Impressionists, so I got to find some smart things to say. Yeah, she's an art buff and I'm a Paula-in-the-buff buff.
Carla: Give up on this one, Sammy.
Sam: Listen, I'm doing just fine. I've had two dates with her. As long as I keep throwing out Dianeisms, there's no problem.
Carla: Haven't you had your fill of dames like that? I thought that disaster with Diane would have soured you on brainy women. Or women. Or life.

Norm: [enters with Cliff] Afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm!
Cliff: Afternoon, everybody. [silence]

Cliff: You look a little peaky there, my friend.
Norm: I'll be all right as soon my dinner settles in.
Sam: You didn't eat at the Hungry Heifer again?
Norm: Yes, I did. The place is all right. I just didn't order the right thing. I just couldn't resist the muscles.
Cliff: Hey, I love seafood.
Norm: No, there's a big burly waiter. He makes you shut up and eat.

Sam: Oh, hey, guys, I got a letter from Coach. He's in Ohio.
Larry: What's he doing in Ohio?
Sam: Uh, a family reunion. There's some pictures in there of him with everybody.
Carla: Let me see.
Cliff: Whoa. Hey, that's a very attractive family there, Sam, but how come everybody but the Coach is black?
Sam: Well, that's not his family. He was sent an invitation by mistake. He didn't want to hurt anybody's feelings by not showing up.
Carla: Well, looks like they've accepted him.
Sam: Are you kidding? He's been going for the last six or seven years. In fact, I think next year they're going to have it at his place. It says here, "Send my love to everybody at Cheers." Then he signs it, "Uncle Whitey".

Diane: [to Frasier] You do repeat yourself on this subject. And it's very cynical of you not to believe that Sam is developing an appreciation, a genuine appreciation, for culture.
Sam: I'm sorry, Diane, just one more art question here.
Diane: What is it, Sam?
Sam: All right. Excuse me. Okay, now, this Rubens guy. Is this the same guy that invented that sandwich?
Diane: No, I don't think so.
Sam: Well, okay. I was just wondering, boy, 'cause I tell ya, the women in his paintings look like they really tuck away the groceries.
Frasier: [to Diane] You're right. He'll be a curator in no time.