Robin: Chop chop, everyone. Let's go.
Rebecca: Excuse me? Some of us were ready to chop chop one and a half hours ago.
Robin: Rebecca, you look lovely.
Rebecca: I looked lovelier one and a half hours ago.
Robin: Well, darling, we all age, you know.

Cliff: Hey, hey! Hey, Woody, check the pool. Anybody have this month?
Woody: All right, let's see. Closest we got here is August 1992. Lilith Sternin Crane.
Frasier: I'll take that. Not a word to Lilith.
Rebecca: Oh, you wacky barflies.
Carla: So, was it good?
Rebecca: Oh, very good.
Woody: "Very good"... Norm, Ken, David, and Cliff's mom.
Rebecca: Just so you guys know, I really don't care if everybody knows.
Woody: Well, is it OK if we post the results in the window?
Rebecca: Do you really think passersby on the street would be interested?
Woody: Well, enough of them asked.

Rebecca: I'm just so happy. You know, all I want to do is celebrate. Come on, you guys, you're my pals. Come on, let's go have fun.
Norm: Oh, I don't know. We're really kind of settled in here for the evening.
Rebecca: Little Wally's Pup 'n' Burger.
Norm: I'm there.
Cliff: Come on, Sammy. It'll be a lot more fun than that Red Sox dinner would have been. And it won't cost $1,000 a plate.
Norm: Yeah, Little Wally's doesn't have plates. They just serve on those wax paper things. You can scratch your initials in with your fingernails and if Little Wally's in a good mood, you can scratch your initials in him.

Sam: All right. Yeah. Maybe I am disappointed. I thought we'd be cool together. We'd go out for a while, do stuff. Ah, but what the hell, you know? We'd probably end up not liking each other's stuff. You'd have to do my stuff for a while and I'd do your stuff, and our stuff would get all mixed up. [chuckles] It saves us a lot of aggravation.
Rebecca: Yeah.
Sam: I'm very happy for you.
Rebecca: Thanks.
Sam: Let's go eat.
Rebecca: OK.
Sam: Do me one favor, though, will you?
Rebecca: Sure. What is it?
Sam: Go to bed with me.
Rebecca: Oh, Sam, you never stop.
Sam: Oh, I'm sorry. It's in my genes.
Rebecca: And that's where it's going to stay.

Frasier: Admit it, Sam. He went to the expense of flying one of The Righteous Brothers out here just to sing her a song. He's got to be serious.
Sam: Ah, it's petty cash to a guy like Colcord.
Norm: I don't know. He's got her out on a boat now. I mean, what about that?
Sam: I know why. He's taking her out there to dump her. A quick burial at sea. Trust me, she's probably swimming back now, a little wetter but wiser.
Rebecca: [enters] He did it. He said it. Those three little words.
Sam: "Walk the plank."
Rebecca: No, Sam. l... Love... You.
Carla: Woody, does anybody have "I love you"?
Woody: Closest we got here is, "I'll respect you in the morning"... Cliff Clavin.

Sam: Uh-oh. Blonde at 2:00, blonde at 4:00, blonde at 6:00.
Woody: What are you talking about, Sam? She hasn't even moved.
Sam: I know. I'm just trying to fit her into my schedule. Here. Hold that, will you? [on the phone] Hello. Michele?
Hi. It's Sam Malone. Here. Listen, sweetheart, I'm not gonna be able to make it tonight. Aw, I'm sorry. But, hey, sweetheart, you'll have another birthday next year. [to the woman] Hi there. Can I take your order?
Laura: I'll have a glass of Chablis.
Sam: Terrific. What can I get you for dinner?
Laura: You serve food here?
Sam: No.
Laura: [laughs] Oh, Lord. I'm really not interested.
Sam: Can I ask why?
Laura: You really want to know?
Sam: One Chablis coming up.
Woody: I already dialed, Sam.
Sam: Thank you, Woody. Hey, Michele, good news.

Rebecca: Robin is back in town, and tonight he is mine. So would you like to know where we are going and you are not?
Norm: My house?
Rebecca: Carl Yastrzemski's testimonial dinner. All the old Red Sox all-stars are gonna be there.
Sam: Oh, boy, I would've loved to have gone to that. Well, hell, maybe I'll just show up and surprise the guys. I mean, why shouldn't l?
Rebecca: It's $1,000 a plate.
Sam: Give my best to Yaz.
Rebecca: Ah, who cares about Yaz? This could be the night. I am so excited to be alone with Robin after that dinner.
Carla: Yeah? For 1,000 bucks a plate, you should give it to him during dinner.

Woody: [answers phone] Cheers. Oh, hi, Mr. Colcord. Listen, can I make a suggestion? I know you're going to this $1,000-a-plate dinner tonight and I'm sure you're gonna have a great time, but, you know, they have these entertainment books now where you buy one dinner and get the next free...

Rebecca: What was all that?
Sam: Well, it seems that Robin would like to chat with Carl Yastrzemski, but since he knows jack about baseball, he decided to invite old Mayday along to come to dinner with you so I can translate.
Rebecca: What? Sam, and you accepted? You know this is the first time I've been alone with Robin in a month.
Sam: I'm not gonna be in your way, honey. I'm gonna be to busy hobnobbing with my buddies, rubbing their noses in the fact that I'm going around with Robin Colcord. Really stick it to them, you know, make them feel two feet high. I miss those guys.

Rebecca: Damn that Robin Colcord, changing plans like that at the last minute. You know, just because that guy's got a couple of buck in his pocket, well he thinks he can just shuttle people around like cattle.
Carla: Moo-ve along, bossy. It's milking time.