Rebecca: This is great "champlagne." Did you hear me? I said "champlagne." I meant to say "champlagne." [laughs] I said it again! [snickering]
Sam: I think maybe you've had enough.
Rebecca: No, no, no, no, I want to make a toast. Please? To "champlagne"! [laughs] No, no, no, I'm kidding. To my sweet baby, Robin. We may not have much, but we have each other.
Carla: Then you don't have much.
Rebecca: Hit me again, Sam.
Sam: Oh, no, I think you've definitely had enough.
Rebecca: Sam, I'm toasting!
Sam: You no- You're toasted plenty.
Rebecca: Sam, I'm not through toasting. I want to toast love and I want to toast commitment! And I want to make a toast to my whole [sobbing] stupid, stupid life!
Frasier: [sings] Isn't it romantic Merely to be young
Rebecca: Shut up and leave me alone!
Frasier: [talks] Hey, would you cut me some slack? I've had no formal training!