Coach: Carla, what are you looking for? A sign from God? Religious belief is based on faith.
Carla: Yeah, well, I never thought I'd say this, Coach, but I think I've lost faith.
Frasier: Hey, listen up, everybody. I have an announcement to make. Diane here is leaving for Europe and she's not coming back to Cheers ever.
[Carla drops to her knees and prays]
Carla: [sings] I believe for every drop of rain that falls a flower grows. I believe that somewhere in the darkest night a candle glows.

Coach: You know, Sam, I got to tell you. I can't see Diane going off with Doc like that. I always figured that you and her would get married, you know?
Sam: No, come on, Coach.
Coach: No, no, I'm not kidding. I pictured you moving to a little home in the country with a rose garden out in the front and a nice little room in the back for me. You know, every Sunday night Diane would make us a fried chicken dinner and we'd sit on the porch and listen to the ball game. I'd bounce your kids on my knee... God, it was going to be a happy house.
Sam: Well, I guess that's going to be Frasier's house now, Coach.
Coach: Well, you can come by any time, Sam. But call first.

Sam: What got you in such a bad mood today?
Carla: Oh, I don't know. Everything. You know, this morning I was thinking I'm not married, I'm carrying my sixth kid, I'm broke, I live in squalor... I'm having a crisis of faith.
Coach: Oh, come on, Carla. Don't talk like that.
Carla: Well, would a just God be putting me through this, Coach?
Cliff: Well, I know it looks sort of bleak out there. But you just have to have patience. Remember Job.
Coach: Cliffie's right, honey. You got a good Job here. You're in great health...
Carla: I don't know. I don't know. [walks away]
Coach: Cliff, I didn't want to embarrass you in front of Carla, but you pronounce the word "job".

Diane: No, Sam, I'm glad you said it. What exactly is it you have in mind? Is it a beginning or an ending? Hello or goodbye? One night of passion or something that will last beyond tomorrow?
Sam: I got a feeling this conversation will last beyond tomorrow.
Sam: What's happening here? Just a minute ago we were hot for each other.
Diane: No, I wasn't hot. I was insane. I was insane. I was about to abandon the most brilliant, sensitive man I ever met for one with the morals of a rutting sea-elephant and the intelligence of lint.
Sam: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's just stop right there before we start insulting each other, huh?
Diane: Good idea, Sam. Goodbye.

Coach: [answers the phone] Cheers. No, sorry, Diane's not here. Oh, you're Diane? Then you're definitely not here. No, he's right here. Sam, it's Diane.

Carla: Well, last I saw, you and Diane were here alone. Did you give her a goodbye boink?
Sam: Carla! Your language. I haven't heard you talk like that in a long time.
Carla: Oh, yeah, I know. But this morning, after mass, the priest said that he didn't think that Diane's going to Bologna constituted a true miracle.
Sam: No?
Carla: No, I told him I had witnesses and everything. He said he wouldn't even take it to the bishop.

Carla: Hey, listen, Sam, I'm sorry I'm late. I realize I left you here without a waitress.
Diane: What am l? Chopped liver?
Carla: No, some people enjoy chopped liver.

[After Diane turns to leave, grabs her coat and heads towards the door, she drops her coat and turns back. Sam moves towards her and they kiss.]
Diane: How could we have ever denied ourselves for so long?
Sam: Come on. Let's go back to my place, huh?
Diane: Come on, Sam. Let's go back to your place. We have to make up for a lot of lost time. Oh, Sam, wait.
Sam: What? What? What? What?! I knew you couldn't be spontaneous. I knew you'd have to over-analyse this. What- What- What- What is it?
Diane: I was just going to say I almost forgot my purse.
Sam: Oh. Well, let me get that for you, sweetheart.

Diane: Frasier, what a surprise to see you here today.
Frasier: Diane, I've got the most exciting news. It just couldn't wait.
Diane: Well, what is it? You're positively tingling.
Frasier: Come and sit down. I have been awarded an honor that surpasses anything I could have hoped to achieve at this point in my career. It goes beyond even my most wild and ambitious dreams.
Cliff: Oh, hey, Doc. What are we talking here, a Nobel Prize?
Frasier: No, we're not talking Nobel Prize.
Norm: What? A Pulitzer? Come on.
Frasier: No, I didn't win the Pulitzer Prize.
Diane: Oh, a Guggenheim Fellowship.
Frasier: No, it's not a Guggenheim Fellowship.
Cliff: Oh, what'd you win, a canned ham? You lost all the big ones.

Diane: Frasier, I'm serious.
Frasier: All right. I was Sam's therapist. I'll tell him about this and observe his reaction. If he shows any anxiety whatsoever, I'll be here to assuage it. Sam, can I have a word with you for a second?
Sam: Sure, Doc. What's up?
Frasier: Diane and I are going to Europe.
Sam: Europe? Overseas?
Diane: Well, we were going to go to the local one, but it's all booked up.