Frasier: Of course you can't know everything about me. I mean, who would have thought that I'd enjoy living with you, but here we are.
Lilith: You didn't expect to enjoy living with me?
Frasier: Well, you do have a uncompromising quality. Mm. A very attractive one it is, though.
Lilith: Well, if you were hesitant, why do it?
Frasier: That's the way you arranged it, isn't it?
Lilith: It was your idea.
Frasier: Ah, yes, well, you see, you're forgetting the, uh, passive-aggressive trick you have of leading someone else into doing something that you want to do, thereby absolving yourself of responsibility. And very adorable it is, too, my little parsnip.

Diane: So, where's your lovely POSSLQ?
Frasier: Oh, she's around somewhere. Peach blossom? Don't make yourself too beautiful. I can hardly stand to look at you now. [softly] Come on please come out, darling. Please. [louder] What was that? Oh, uh got something stuck in her contact lens.
Diane: Oh, I hate that.
Frasier: Yeah. Li-Listen, here, come sit down, relax. Uh, pour yourself some wine, whatever. Just, uh, make yourselves comfortable. Oh, oh, Diane, could you hand me that cheese knife, please? Thank you. Uh, enjoy.
I'll be right back.
[Frasier jimmies the lock with the knife and goes into the bathroom]
Frasier: [o.s.] What do you think you're doing?!
Lilith: [o.s.] Might I have a little privacy?
Frasier: [o.s.] We can resolve all this later, but for now, these people may be my friends, but they are not the greatest conversationalists in the world, and I could use your help.
Sam: Good chips.

Frasier: Dear. Dear, I thought I told you that Diane and I used to date.
Lilith: [o.s.] Date, yes. That you had decided to marry and spend the rest of your life with her, no.
Frasier: Semantics.
Lilith: [o.s.] And why were you afraid to tell me that one detail? Because she still means something to you, doesn't she?
Frasier: She means absolutely nothing to me. I mean, if I notice her at all, it's merely as an annoyance, like a bug flying around in a room. Diane, Diane, be a dear. Would you grab me the cheese knife, please?

Sam: Uh, seriously, though, um, I- I think that we're all entitled to our little secrets.
Lilith: Why? They only lead to embarrassment when they're inevitably revealed.
Diane: Exactly. I know I feel better knowing that Frasier has told you he and I were once engaged... [Lilith stands up and heads to the bathroom] so I don't have to worry about you discovering it at some inopportune moment. [Lilith closes the bathroom door]
Frasier: Like now, for instance.

Woody: Well, that was Carla's daughter. She said that, uh, the kids are going to drop off Mr. Clavin.
Norm: All right. All right. I don't think her kids are old enough to drive. [tires screeching]
Woody: What was that?
[Cliff grunts as he rolls down the stairs of Cheers] [tires screeching, car speeding away]
Norm: Cliff! Cliff! Cliff, Cliff buddy, are you all right?
Cliff: [mumbling]
Norm: Wait, there's a note. "Don't open until Christmas."
Woody: Aw, shoot.
Cliff: [muffled shouting]

Sam: What're you so upset about? I wasn't even dating you when I went out with Jill. That's when you were living with Frasier.
Lilith: She lived with you?
Frasier: Well, only briefly. Uh...
Lilith: You said you'd never lived with anyone but me!
[Diane opens the bathroom door for Lilith to enter]
Sam: Yeah, open that's right.
[Lilith storms off into the bathroom with Diane]

Jill: Oh, Sam Malone! Oh, you beautiful man! Where have you been keeping yourself?
Sam: Hey, Jill, how the hell you been, huh?
Jill: Great, just great.
Sam: Well, you still doing massage?
Jill: Just the way you like 'em.
Diane: Who is this, Sam?
Sam: Uh, you know, it's gettin' kinda late. Maybe you oughta take off. Bye-bye. Huh! [Jill exits]
Diane: Why is it that we cannot go to one, single, solitary place in the entire city of Boston without running into some woman that you've had a fling with?
Sam: Oh, come on, you're exaggerating here.
Diane: Mm-hmm. At the market, at the movies, when we got our blood test, for heaven's sake.
Sam: Well, what're we supposed to do, move? I mean, come on.
Diane: Excuse me. [goes to the bathroom]

Woody: Well, I'd do it, but I'm working on Wednesday.
Carla: Yeah.
Norm: Yeah, Vera and I would love to, but, uh, we have this thing Wednesday night.
Sam: Yeah, uh, Diane and I have a thing, too.
Diane: Yeah.
Sam: Maybe it's the same thing.
Norm: I don't think so.
Sam: Probably not.
Cliff: Oh, I'm, uh, I'm not busy Wednesday.
Carla: Well, guess I'm gonna have to cancel my date.

Diane: Oh, may I propose another toast?
Sam: Why stop at seven?
Diane: Well, we have all learned a valuable lesson this evening. We shouldn't be frightened of the past, or of any affairs our lovers have had. Indeed, we should be grateful for those past experiences because they've made him or her the person we love today.
Sam: Hear, hear.
Frasier: Well said.

Corinne: Ordering another round for the corner table, honey.
Woody: All right, Corinne. Now listen, uh, thanks a lot for subbin' on such short notice.
Corinne: Hey, this is my life.
Norm: It shouldn't, uh, it shouldn't be so bad. You know, it's not really very crowded tonight.
Corinne: That's what you said the last time. When I got home, my can was dragging this far off the ground.
Norm: Thanks for sharing that with us, Corinne.