Cliff: Hey, everybody. Guess what I grew in my greenhouse?
Carla: Not another potato that looks like Richard Nixon.
Cliff: No, I learned the error of my ways there. Yeah, I guess I was pretty off the deep end then, huh? No, but this is nothing like that. Look at that. A map of the Hawaiian Islands. See the little bumps in the exact shape and formation of our 50th state. Here, Norm.
Norm: Come on, Cliff, don't make me look, please.
Cliff: Normy, Normy, this is one of nature's fascinating little mutations here.
Carla: Resting in the hands of one of her bigger ones.
Cliff: All right, no skin off my nose. I'll just put it in the bag and take it on home. [to a pair of customers] Hey, guess what's in the bag.

Sam: I'm going to prepare my lecture, here. You know, it's about time I gave something back to the sport that's given me so much.
Diane: Sam, I think you should read this after all.
Sam: Oh.
Diane: It's not what you think. Now, if you change your mind about the class coming here tonight, call me at home. I'll understand.
Sam: "The Don Juan Syndrome in Modern Culture: An Analysis of Sat-- Sate-- Sater-- Satyriasis." Oh, man, she did it. She even made my sex life boring.
Carla: And not for the first time.

Diane: You didn't read this, did you?
Sam: Didn't have to, I lived it.
Diane: Sit down, please. "Trevor is the image of the arrested adolescent, entirely self-oriented, still intimidated by the women around him and attempting to prove himself superior to them. Through sexual conquest he can, for a time, quell his constant fears of inferiority and failure. Indeed, the idea of a nonsexual relationship is completely foreign to him. As the years pass and his physical attractiveness diminishes, he'll be doomed to a life of loneliness and despair, unable to give or receive love."
Sam: Is this really how you feel about me?
Diane: This is my clinical view of you. As a woman, I might have felt something different than I feel as an academician.
Sam: It makes my life seem so cheap and pathetic.
Diane: Sam, you're reading things into this.
Sam: Like here where it says: "His life is cheap and pathetic."

Sam: All right. All right. Let's see where were we? You wanted to know about my first time, right?
Diane: Yes. How old were you?
Sam: Boy, I'm not sure. I know I couldn't get to her house until the crossing guard showed up. Wow. First time is kind of hard to remember. What about your first time?
Diane: I'm the scientist, Sam. My first time has nothing to do with this. But just to lay the subject to rest, it was the summer of my 19th year. He was a young man in uniform. It was a brief encounter. He left my arms and went to his doom.
Sam: Oh, no, he was killed, huh?
Diane: No, no, he went off to boot camp and came back with the most God-awful haircut I'd ever seen. Now, may we get back to you? And limit your responses to attitudes. Please leave out the gory details. Now, what about your second encounter?
Sam: Well, that would be the crossing guard.

Reporter: Excuse me, is there a Cliff Clovin here?
Cliff: It's Cliff Clavin, partner, and you're looking at him.
Reporter: Oh, hi. I'm a reporter from the Chronicle. You the guy that sent in this picture of a squash with the Hawaiian Islands on it.
Cliff: Yeah. Yeah. What did I tell you guys? This is one story they couldn't squash. There you go.
Reporter: To be honest, it's not the squash I'm looking for. Actually, it's a part of a larger story on eccentrics here in Boston. You know, the lunatic fringe. Lonely people desperate for attention.
Cliff: Yeah, yeah, but where do I fit in?
Reporter: You come right after the old lady with the 84 snakes.
Cliff: Okay, I'm insulted, and I'll thank you to leave this bar.
Reporter: They don't pay me enough.
Norm: Cliffy. All right, you stuck up to that guy. You didn't let him exploit you.
Cliff: Yeah. Who the hell they think they're dealing with, huh? I ain't giving my squash second billing to a broad with a bunch of snakes. Hey, how would you like to get a look inside that old bag's head, huh?

Norm: All right, 1955 AL MVP.
Carla: Yogi Berra.
Norm: All right, height of the left field wall at Fenway.
Carla: The Green Monster is 37 feet high.
Norm: [chuckles] Told you. All right, here you go. Ike Delock's lifetime ERA.
Carla: 4:03. Had enough?
Tim: Give it up, Norm. The woman's a lean, mean trivia machine.
Norm: Unbelievable. You're the best.
Carla: I know.
Woody: Ask me something.
Carla: Forget it, Zeke. There aren't any questions about wheat in there.
Woody: Oh, and I suppose you know everything that's in this book.
Carla: If it's in there, I know it.
Woody: Yeah?
Carla: Yeah.
Woody: Okay. What's the Library of Congress card catalog number? [laughs]
Carla: Seven, eight, zero, three, four, seven, six.
Woody: That's not even close.
Carla: What do you mean? Look there.
Woody: What? [Carla closes the book on Woody's nose] That's it exactly.

Carla: "Human Sexuality"?
Diane: You don't have to broadcast it. It happens to be assigned reading for a required course.
Carla: You're blushing.
Diane: I am not blushing. I prefer to maintain a sense of decorum, unlike you who brought in colored slides of your wedding night.
Carla: They were a big hit. And your break was over ten minutes ago.
Diane: Oh, Carla, please. I have to come up with a topic for my psychology paper by tonight. I'm at a complete loss. Of course I could turn out your run-of-the-mill essay on sadomasochism, bestiality, bondage and discipline but I'm looking for something with a little pizzazz.

Sam: Hey there. I hear you're writing a paper on sex. Is there any way I can help out?
Diane: Thank you, Sam. This paper is on human sexuality.
Sam: No, come on, I'm serious. I want to help.
Diane: Well, it had occurred to me to use you as a case study, but I lack the proper clinical distance, so that's out of the question.
Sam: What are you talking about? You got an A plus staring you in the face, here. Come on, we're pals, aren't we? Come on, let me feel useful.
Diane: Well, you would be an interesting study.
Sam: Great. Kind of slow in here, why don't you step into my laboratory.
Diane: Well, all right. I am desperate. Sam, this has to be done in a professional manner. I hope you'll take this seriously. I'm only this far away from a master's degree in... Well, 37 different subjects. But if I do well in this class, psychology could well become my major major.
Norm: Wow, and we were here, huh, Cliff?
Cliff: We're always here.

Norm: Hey, Woody. Come on, buddy, get your nose out of that book. How much more trivia can you cram into that head?
Woody: Yeah, maybe you're right. My brain must be filled up, because my hair hurts.

Carla: What was the lowest round ever recorded in a PGA-sanctioned golf tournament?
Woody: Fifty-nine, Al Geiberger.
Carla: He's right.
Norm: All right, Woody.
Carla: Who was the oldest heavyweight champion?
Woody: Jersey Joe Walcott.
Norm: Yeah. Bingo.
Carla: All right, those were easy questions.
Cliff: Two for two.
Carla: You're gonna choke on this one. Who was the only pitcher to ever lose a one-hitter in the World Series?
Woody: Bill Bevans.
Carla: He did it.
Norm: All right.
Woody: New York Yankees, 1947, against the Brooklyn Dodgers.
Norm: All right. That's good, Woody.
Woody: Goodwoody. Elmer Goodwoody, shortstop, Boston Beaneaters.
Cliff: It's all right, buddy, take a rest.
Woody: Take A Rest, winner of the California Derby, 1959. [Norm and Cliff start dragging Woody's chair into the back room] Ten-eighty to win, six-forty to place, three-twenty to show.