Sam: You think Kelly's gonna be happy in that little place of yours?
Woody: Well, what does it matter? I'm the husband. I call the shots.
Frasier: Isn't that rather sexist, Woody?
Woody: Well you've got to understand. That's how I was brought up. Back in Hanover, the man is the king of the castle. When he gives an order, all his wives have to listen.
Frasier: Wives, Woody?
Woody: Wife. I said wife, singular. [laughs] I mean, the thought that a man could have more than one wife, that's preposterous. I mean, I not to mention illegal. I know that. So do all the citizens of Hanover.

Norm: Anybody else curious about Hanover?
Frasier: Come on, Norm, I'm sure it's just a a normal, rural, small, little farm town. I'm sure Woody's stories are all greatly exaggerated.
Norm: Want to go there?
Frasier: What, end up as a human sacrifice to the corn god? Thank you, no.

Carla: Hey, guys. Guys, guess what grown-up bar manager is still getting an allowance from her Navy dad.
Woody: Who?
Sam: An allowance, huh? That explains how she can afford a fancy car and that apartment of hers.
Cliff: Boy, imagine somebody getting an allowance at her age, huh? [scoffs] My ma cut me off when I was 30. No ifs, ands or buts, and it hurt, I tell you. Hurt like hell. Oh, but it had a happy ending.
Norm: Made you more self-reliant, Cliffie?
Cliff: Nah, nah, a couple years later, her pension fund went bankrupt. She had to come crawling to me for some dough. Yeah, I just gave her the old horse laugh. What goes around, huh, boys?

Franklin Howe: God, this place makes me sick. Bunch of indolent do-nothings sitting around on their fat cans.
Norm: You know, if you squint really hard, it could be Vera.

Rebecca: Listen, I need your help. Listen, my my dad can be kind of critical, so let's not go into some of the dumber things that I've done while I've worked here.
Carla: Well, what are we gonna talk to him about?
Rebecca: I don't know. You could talk to him about anything. Talk to him about the weather. Just my dad sort of thinks that I'm some sort of screw up.
All: No!
Rebecca: Very funny. It all started when my dad took me as a little girl on a tour of his aircraft carrier, and I well, to make a long story short, I... I shot something off the boat. One international incident, and I am branded for life.

Norm: It's got to be just so demeaning, you know? You're living your life on the dole the whole time take, take, take.
Sam: [gives Norm a beer] You want that on your tab?
Norm: Yeah, please. How can she look at herself in the mirror? I would die of embarrassment.

Rebecca: It was terrific. You know, when I was a kid, I used to be afraid of my dad 'cause he was sort of pushy and overbearing, but I'll tell you, we have really learned to communicate. It's just like two adults, one on one.
Carla: You mean like one adult asks the other one for a raise in their allowance, and the other adult says, "Okay, Pookie"? [Norm chuckles]
Rebecca: Very, very funny, Carla.
Frasier: Now, now, now, let's not all jump down Rebecca's throat. I received a stipend from my father for a time, a little out-of-pocket money to spend as I saw fit on entertainment, what have you. So, you see, I've been through exactly what Rebecca's going through right now.
Rebecca: Thank you, Frasier.
Frasier: And then, I turned 11.

Franklin Howe: Pookie, I've been doing some thinking. We've got to talk. Sit down.
Rebecca: Not another review.
Franklin Howe: Yes. Another review. Princess, we have a situation here. Now, I've butted out of your life for 39 years.
Rebecca: Thirty-five, Daddy.
Franklin Howe: Honey, I was there.

Cliff: Normie, it's the Kennedys.
Norm: Let's go tell the guys downstairs.
Cliff: No, no, no, I've got a camera with me. Here, quick, get a snapshot. I'll... I'll pretend I'm with them. I'll be nonchalant, okay?
Ethel Kennedy: Oh, would you guys like a picture?
Norm: Oh, that would be great. Do you mind?
Ethel Kennedy: No, no.
Norm: You sure you don't mind?
Cliff: Great, thank you. Thank you.
Norm: Okay.
[Norm and Cliff stand side-by-side, opposite the Kennedys, as Ethel Kennedy takes their picture]
Cliff: [chuckling] That's great. All right.
Norm: Thank you so much.
Cliff: Thank you. Appreciate it.
Norm: Nice to see you.
Ethel Kennedy: Nice to meet you. Bye.
Norm: Yeah. Bye-bye.
Cliff: All right! Hey!

Norm: What you doing?
Cliff: I'm, uh, writing a little letter here to that Russian cosmonaut who's stranded in the space station up there.
Norm: How are you gonna get it to him?
[Cliff balls up the paper and throws it away]