Rebecca: Oh, my! I finally figured it out. Life makes sense, and I am not crazy.
Frasier: Well, that's only a layman's opinion.
Rebecca: Sam is a ringer. Evan just hired him to win the championship. In two weeks, he'll be out of there.
Frasier: Now, Rebecca, you can't tell him that. At least let the man enjoy his day in the sun.
Rebecca: All right. Sam has taken enough hard knocks this year. No, it's pleasure enough for me to just know. I won't break his heart.
Sam: Oh, hey, uh, Rebecca, the guys decided that you could be our cheerleader on one condition. Lose the bra. [raucous laughter]
Rebecca: I won't break his heart. I will rip it from his chest.