Frasier: You know, I agree with Cliff. There's a great deal to be said for discretion. You know, it's entirely possible Rebecca may grow tired of Robin and thus avoid the heartache. Then on the other hand, as one who was cuckolded by a lover deeply trusted, the longer led on, the harder the fall. I'm just not sure that Rebecca can be as strong and forgiving as I was when... that bitch Diane dumped me.

Robin: Rebecca, I knew I'd find you here. That's fascinating. Everyone else in the world, at the end of the evening, goes to their homes; you people come to this bar.

Norm: Wow. Great looks and all that savvy. Sam, I swear if you had a spigot in the middle of your forehead, I'd marry you in a second.

Elaine: Would somebody give me a hand with this?
Cliff: Well, yeah, be happy to. I wonder if you know there, the harp is the grandfather of modern-day guitar? Yeah, it seems the early minstrels were much larger people...
Elaine: Nevermind, I'll lug it myself.
Cliff: Well, suit yourself. Yeah, they, uh, had hands the size of small dogs.

Robin: Sam, I want to thank you for your discretion last night. That is if, running along side a screaming woman with a sack over her head can be called discretion.
Sam: That wasn't a sack, it was my jacket.
Robin: Really? Please buy one for me, huh?

Rebecca: Hey, guess what. I found somebody to sublet my apartment.
Sam: Why, you're moving?
Rebecca: I can't expect Robin live in my little hovel.
Sam: You two are gonna move in together?
Rebecca: It's the logical next step. Everything's been going so well. Man, I love the nineties. [sings] You've lost that...
Carla: Hey, you start singing again, it's going to be a very short decade.

Pete: Hey, guys, take a look. Isn't that one of the Righteous Brothers?
Frasier: Yeah, actually Robin Colcord flew him in to sing to Rebecca earlier.
Pete: Wow, which one is he?
Woody: I think that's righteous brother number 2.
Norm: No, that's Bill Medley.
Carla: Hey, tall, dark, and pipes down to your shorts. What are you doing back here?
Bill Medley: Well, my plane, uh, for Reno, doesn't leave for another three hours and I didn't have anywhere to go. Would you like a drinking buddy?
Carla: You bet!
Norm: Hey, hey, hey. Bill, can we buy you a beer?
Bill Medley: Sure.
Norm: All right! Let's see. Everybody pony up 6 cents.
Cliff: Hey, Bill, did you ever sing with the Beatles? [overlapping chatter]
Bill Medley: Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa. One at a time.
Cliff: Well, I hope you don't mind these questions, Bill, but after all, we're paying for that drink.
Bill Medley: No. I love it. In fact, this is what it's all about... being with the people, talking about music with fans.
You guys are knowledgeable and aware of what's going on, and I dig it. Now, what was your question?
Woody: Oh. Well, Mr. Medley, how come you changed your name from Righteous?

Sam: Poor kid.
Pete: What do you mean, Sammy?
Sam: Well, after you guys left Little Wally's last night, she went into the ladies' room to get some burger grease off of her blouse or something. You'll never guess who pulls up. Robin Colcord with another woman. [sympathetic murmuring]
Frasier: No sooner does Squire Colcord put an end Rebecca's celebrated four years of celibacy, then he's off baling hay with some other wench the very next night. The man is absolutely nothing more than a rich, spoiled, narcissistic philanderer. I hate myself for envying him so.

Carla: Well, if Rebecca's still riding high, I guess she doesn't know about Robin's other babe. How'd she miss spotting him at Little Wally's?
Cliff: Oh, come on Carla. You know that place. I mean, you can't see your hand in front of your face, what with the vapors coming off Wally's food and off of... off Wally himself.

Woody: Well, I hope that fire didn't do a lot of damage. I love Little Wally's.
Sam: Woody, there was no fire. I just made that part up.
Woody: Well she must have looked like a darn fool with your coat wrapped around her face running into the restaurant screaming...
Norm: No, not at Little Wally's.