Cliff: Oh, Sammy. Sammy, for crying out loud.
Frasier: Why is it always the great ones that never know when to retire?
Sam: Oh, hey, come on. I'm the Cy Young of skirt-chasing.
Carla: Yeah. Cy Young's 108 and dead, and still doing better with Rebecca than you are.
Sam: Uh, it's all right. I know what my problem was. I made too big a deal out of everything. I've always been at my best when I'm spontaneous. I'm just gonna go in here and say whatever comes to my mind. You ready, Norm?
Frasier: Say, what are those?
Sam: Visual aids.