Sam: [answers phone] Cheers. Oh, hi, Diane. Why aren't you here? Are you sick or something? Oh, well, you sound all stuffed up. Well, I hope you feel better. Bye-bye. [hangs up]
Frasier: What's the matter with her?
Sam: She said she's got this allergy where you weep uncontrollably. What do you think? Do you think we hurt her feelings a little bit too much last night?
Woody: Hey, maybe we ought to do something to make it up to her. Like send her a bouquet of flowers.
Cliff: Oh, cliche city, huh? You know, whenever I break the heart of a member of the gentler sex, I always send her a nice box of dried figs.