Sam: Well, that, uh, concludes the formal part of our program. Now, let's get naked.
Rebecca: Sam, I am very flattered that you went to the trouble to buy a pointer. [Sam laughs] But I'm not going out with you.
Sam: Oh, come... Why?
Rebecca: Because I'm concentrating on my career.
Sam: That's fine. But before you make the final decision on this, let's try this. Have sex with me 25 times, and if at the end of the night you're still not sure, then I won't say another thing.
Rebecca: No. No. Sam, look, I have wasted too much time. I'm not getting any younger. And I've made a decision to only date men who can help my career.
Sam: You know, they have a name for women like that.
Rebecca: Yeah. Vice President.

Sam: Hey, you know, I'll tell you something, lady. You- You know, you go ahead and have a career of sucking up to people that will get you ahead. You know, I wouldn't date you now if- If you got down on your hands and knees and begged me to go out with you. You- You want proof? Go ahead. Come on. Ask me out on a date.
Rebecca: Sam, you have tried this ploy before.
Sam: No, I'm serious. Ask me.
Rebecca: Will you go out with me?
Sam: No, not in a million years. Not if you were the last woman on earth. [leaves and returns] Okay. Now we know I can do it. Let's celebrate.

Martin Teal: Sit down. I called you here today because I've decided to reinstate you as the sole manager of Cheers.
Rebecca: Oh, thank you, sir. You're a wonderful man.
Martin Teal: And I want to assure you that our earlier misunderstanding will have absolutely no bearing on our working relationship.
Rebecca: Good.
Martin Teal: I hope you'll forgive me, though if I do occasionally dream about your dark, haunting eyes.
Rebecca: Nothing would make my eyes happier, sir.
Martin Teal: Well, then, there's hope. Till we meet again? [Rebecca leaves] Margie, get me Sam Malone at Cheers.
Rebecca: [returns] Sir? May I ask why you're calling him?
Martin Teal: Oh, I just thought I'd introduce myself have a little chat. I didn't get where I am today without sizing up the competition.
Rebecca: And I suppose you'll be mentioning my relationship with Sam.
Martin Teal: Might come up.
Rebecca: Then I'd better come clean. He's at lunch. Call him back in an hour.
Martin Teal: It's a bit late for lunch.
Rebecca: He had a big breakfast. I have to run, sir. Bye-bye.

Cliff: l, uh, don't mean to be an alarmist, or anything, but I think I saw one of those bees fly out when you closed the door.
Frasier: l, uh, well, I sort of have this thing about, uh, insects.
Norm: Relax, Frasier. The last thing that bee wants to do is sting you.
Cliff: Stings you, he dies.
Frasier: True.
Cliff: Unless, of course, it's one of those rare, rogue bees.
Carla: Oh, Frasier, there he is! He just flew down your shirt! [Frasier pulls his shirt off] I was wrong. It was just a piece of lint.
Frasier: Well, thank goodness you told me before I made a fool of myself.

Woody: I'm ready, guys. The smoke will calm them right down so I can get them all rounded up before Miss Howe even knows about this. [Rebecca enters] Oh, hi, Miss Howe. Uh, listen, I was wondering if I could use your phone for a second, in private, with you not in there. Not that there's anything wrong, or anything.
Rebecca: Why would I think that? [bees buzzing]

Rebecca: Sam, I do have some really good news, though.
Sam: What?
Rebecca: I'm accepting your offer.
Sam: Which offer is that?
Rebecca: Dinner, silly.
Sam: Is this pity? 'Cause I just want to know how to dress.
Rebecca: [scoffs] No, it's not pity. Boy, from now on, I'm just going to stop being coy.

Carla: [answers phone] Cheers. Sam, Martin Teal for you.
Sam: Oh. [takes the phone] Uh, hello, Mr. Teal. Oh, no, no. No, there's no need to apologize. As a matter of fact, I think, uh, my new position's gonna get me into all sorts of new positions. Well, yea-- yes. Um, as a matter of fact, we are going out tonight. Boy, news travels fast. Um... yes. Yes, she is beautiful. I- I will, I will take good care of her, sir. Could you... Could you hold on for a second here? I think l, uh... There's a fire somewhere here. [to Rebecca] You're only going out with me 'cause you want to avoid this guy, am I right?
Rebecca: Don't be silly, Sam. You're my guy.
Sam: [on the phone] Could you hold for a second? [to Rebecca] Now, you told me you wanted to go out with somebody who was rich and powerful. This guy is rich and powerful, and yet you still want to date me? I mean, come on. What's wrong with this picture? Oh. What's wrong with his picture? I got to see this turnip. [on the phone] Yes, sir, l, uh, I found out what was on fire there, uh... Well, Rebecca.. Rebecca's burning my love letters. She says we're all through. Yeah. What's that, Rebecca? Oh, she wants to talk to you, sir.
Rebecca: No. [Sam drops the phone] Hello, sir. Yes, it is very sudden. Oh, no, it's gonna take me a long, long time to get over this. 8:00 tonight would be fine. I'll see you then, sir.
Sam: [takes the phone] Uh, sir, sir, are you there? Yeah, listen, I hope you do us the honor of coming down to our establishment for a drink 'cause we well, we sure would love to welcome you aboard. Okay, thank you. [hangs up and laughs]

Rebecca: All right. Granted, Martin isn't exactly what I pictured, but he can help my career. And it wouldn't be in my best interest to say no.
Sam: Oh, please! You don't have the guts to say no to this guy.
Rebecca: That is absolutely not true! I choose to not have the guts to say no to this guy. And so what if it helps my career? He gets something out of it, too.
Sam: Yeah, I bet he does.
Rebecca: I resent that. I'll have you know that he has been nothing but a perfect little gen- a perfect gentleman. Which is something you wouldn't understand, Mr. Groin! I mean, here are two people that are getting something out of this - no strings attached, and nobody's getting hurt. End of discussion.

Sam: Oh, well, if it isn't the boss lady rolling in at the crack of 3:30. You know, I'm afraid I'm going to have to tell your superior and my close personal friend, Mr. Stone, that you were late.
Rebecca: You're a lousy snitch, Malone.
Sam: Hey, that's not true, and I'm gonna tell him you said that.
Rebecca: Tell him whatever you want to tell him. I don't care. I'm sick and tired of spending my time catering to the whims of that psycho Stone.
Sam: Um, how many "K"s in "psycho"?

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.