Sam: You know, I'll tell you what. You know, this ought to be a chance for me to bring the two of you together again.
Frasier: What do you mean?
Sam: Well, all right, l- listen. I'll pretend to go along with the date, right? I'll rent the room, I'll get some wine, and then I'll tell her how great you are, and then pow, you burst in on us.
Frasier: I do?
Sam: Yeah. Yeah, why not? I mean, you followed us up there. It'll prove how crazy you are about her. She'll be putty in your hands.
Frasier: Well, it has a certain panache.
Sam: [cash register rings] Yeah, here you go. Here's the address. Now, uh, be up there by 9:00, and, uh, just throw me out of there, man. Show me no mercy.
Frasier: By God, I'll send you packing!

Norm: My God, look at that, Cliffie, will you? She's smoked about eight packs of cigarettes. Where does all the smoke go?
Cliff: I'm waiting to see where it comes out.
Woody: You guys got any last-minute advice for me?
Norm: Yeah, leave a trail of bread crumbs.

Lilith: Do you know what I always have the urge to do whenever I see you, Sam?
Sam: Uh, please don't tell me.
Lilith: Unbutton your shirt.
Sam: [chuckling] Oh, oh, well... Uh, boy, they didn't, uh, set the clocks back and forget to tell me, did they?
Lilith: Did you read Lady Chatterley's Lover?
Sam: Uh, Lady Chatterley's Lover? Uh, yes, as a matter of fact, I did read that. Or parts of it, at least.
Lilith: I have the strangest desire to twine flowers in your chest hair, [Sam chuckles] then deflower you.
Sam: Listen, Lilith, uh... [Lilith kisses him] Mmm. Mmm. Oh, boy. Mmm... [Lilith drops Sam's pants as they kiss]

Lilith: Listen to that music. Makes me want to do uninhibited things.
Sam: Well, you know, that just about wraps up our date here. Uh, I hope you don't feel ripped off, or anything, but I think we ought to be getting back.
Lilith: What's your hurry, sailor?
Sam: Well, I just thought that, uh... All right, good, good, good. Yeah, check around the bed and make sure you haven't left anything there. Uh, then, uh, you know, to tell you the truth, it's getting kind of late. I'd like to, uh, I'd like to drive back. What are you, uh? [weak chuckle] That's very funny. Lilith, may l, may I have my keys, please? Lilith, stop it; I'm serious. Lilith, I want my... Lilith, I- I don't I'm very serious, now. Listen to the tone of my voice. Give me my car keys. Oh, don't...
Lilith: Why do you want to go back? We have such a nice room here.
Sam: Nice? I wouldn't let a dog sleep here. Well, maybe the curtains aren't that bad.
Lilith: Feel that music, Sam. Lift me down.
Sam: Oh, all right. Oh! Oh!
Lilith: Dance with me.
Sam: Uh, I don't think that's such a good idea. [Lilith starts dancing] Well, maybe just a little bit.