Norm: Cliff, uh, this corporation wouldn't be owned by a dog food company, would it?
Sam: I want to get this straight. So, when it's time for you to thaw out, what do they do? They, like, uh, put your head in a plastic bag and plop you in some boiling water for three minutes?
Carla: Sammy! Sammy, this is science, not Lean Cuisine.
Paul: Hey, Clavin on ice. That's nice.
Frasier: Now, wait a minute. Why is everybody making fun of Cliff? Now, I'm not saying that I believe that Cliff's severed head will be brought back to life in the year 2278 to charm and delight a new generation of Bostonians, but who knows? I mean, who can predict the future?
Carla: [holds up a bag of ice] Hey, look, everybody-- it's Clavin's family reunion!
Cliff: That's it, I'm out of here. I'll have real friends in 2278!
Norm: Oh, yeah. You and the other severed heads can go bowling or something.