Rebecca: Whoa, guys, this is going to be some kind of wedding reception.
Sam: I tell you, it was pretty nice of Mr. Gaines to buy all his liquor from us. I think I'm going to throw in that special case of wine I got in here.
Rebecca: Sam, you might as well leave on your apron. You're going down to the cellar.
Sam: Oh, yeah, you're right. [hums as he puts on a hair net] It's all cobwebby down there. [exits]
Lilith: It's a perfectly sensible precaution. After all, it's not as though he slept in a shower cap.
Frasier: No.
Cliff: Oh, well, so what if he did? I mean, uh, like any guy might. You know, to keep the spiders off his head.
Lilith: Do you realize, when I publish my book on borderline psychosis, every penny I ever spent in this bar will be deductible?