Sam: Sweetheart, can you help me with my cufflinks?
Rebecca: Sam, you are not going with me. No way.
Sam: An escort service? You couldn't get a date from an escort service?
Rebecca: I am not going with you. There are a lot of people that hang out here that I'd rather be seen with.
[Norm and Cliff have lemons wedged in their mouths]
Rebecca: Dr. Crane would probably enjoy a stylish evening with refined company.
Frasier: [enters with a bag over his head] I'm cured. I think I'm cured. I think I'm cured!
Sam: Just remember now, I don't go all the way on the first date.