Sam: The more I think about it, you know, the more I wonder if did the right thing. I mean, she should know what that guy is up to before she gets in too deep. Maybe I should tell her.
Cliff: No, Sammy, take it from a mailman. People want to kill the messenger. Or at least overturn his cart and kick the mail around the hallway.

Sam: [to the harpist] Elaine, Elaine, sweetheart... I never thought I'd say this to a woman, please give your fingers a rest there, will you?

Carla: Sammy, you got to stop Rebecca. You just got to tell her before this goes any farther.
Pete: Yeah, come on, Sammy, put us out of our misery.
Norm: Yeah, Sammy, come on. She's taken to replacing the beer nuts with these little candy hearts that say, "Hold me", "I'm yours", "Lovey dovey." Hey, "Free beer."
Woody: Oh, no, Mr. Peterson. Fool me once.

Woody: You know, Sam, you've proven to be a big disappointment to me.
Sam: Oh, come on, man, don't...
Woody: No, you know, I always modeled myself after you. Well, I mean, not the way you're hung up on your looks... That's kind of shallow, really. And not the chasing after women part, because that's kind of silly. But the other part.
Sam: There is no other part.
Woody: There is, Sam. There's the part of you that's always looking out for your friends. I mean, that's the thing that's made you my hero. And now, leaving Miss Howe on the hook like that... I may have to go back to my old hero, Saint Thomas Aquinas.

Rebecca: Robin. Mr. Colcord...
Robin: Rebecca, I'll be brief. You were very understanding about that little incident back in my limo, and that kind of understanding should be rewarded. So I'd like you to have this. It's a diamond bracelet. It's not much, really, though it does come with a security guard.
Rebecca: [whispers to Sam] It's gorgeous. [normal voice] No! Robin, you know, I don't love you for your money or your diamonds or the fact that you can buy my friends' bars. I love you because I think you're very interesting and... l thought you cared about me.
Robin: I'm sorry. I'm... I'm ashamed of myself for trying to buy your feelings. I want to tell you, I'm still the same man, and I still care for you same as I did before.
Rebecca: Well, by that, do you mean you... Care for me but still want to see other women?
Robin: Exactly. But I should like to point out that if I offered this bracelet to my charge d'affaires, she would've snatched it up in a blur. I admire your standards. You know, this definitely puts you in the lead. Must go. Would you care to join me?
Rebecca: [to Sam] Did you hear that? I am winning. I'm winning...
Sam: Listen to me. Listen to me for a second. Come on, you're giving up something very valuable and very important. You're going to regret this the rest of your life.
Rebecca: [gasps] You're right. [to Robin] I will take that bracelet.

Sam: Is Rebecca here yet?
Woody: No she left a message. Um... "I'll be back later, right now I'm on top of the..." Mold?
Norm: What?
Cliff: Let me see this. No, Woody, it's not an "m" it's a "w". She's gonna be on top of the "wold".
Norm: Let me see this.. There's an "ou" there, Cliffie you see? She's on top of the wa-wa-woud."
Frasier: She's on top of the world. Top of the world. The expression is "top of the world."
Cliff: No, no. Look at it, doc. Read that.
Frasier: Well, I stand corrected. She is indeed "on top of the wolb."

Norm: How'd you handle it, Sammy?
Sam: You know me, Daddy Cool. If she left the bathroom, she'd see him, so I jumped in. I think I handled it pretty smoothly.
[flashback:]
Sam: Fire! Fire! Aah! Aah! Get out through the window. [to the other women] No, you two can use the door.
Rebecca: Why can't I use the door?
Sam: Are you kidding me? You go out that door with all that grease on your blouse, one spark, you'll go up like a roman candle.
Rebecca: Smart idea. Smart idea. Ok, good. Uhh, Uhh, Uhh. It's too small! It's too small!
Sam: All right. Ah, shoot. Don't panic. Uh, uh... I got it. I got it. Here. Maybe I can squeeze you through here. You know, take off your clothes and rub the soap all over your body.
Rebecca: Okay, good.
Sam: Plan B. Let's get out of here now! Put this jacket over your head. I'll lead you out.
Rebecca: But what about you?
Sam: Take off your blouse. Put it over my head. I don't know.
Rebecca: Sam!
Sam: Quit kidding around! Careful, flames!

Woody: You know, Sam, I had this Cousin Skeeter who was in the Army a bunch of years ago. Well, he never saw any action, although he did blow off his thumb in a mortar accident. Big show-off. Anyway, he was going out with this girl, and she went to the Kiwanis dance with this other guy, Kaird Danielson. I saw them kissing and hugging behind the propane tanks. I was pretty much in the same spot you're in now.
Sam: What did you do?
Woody: Nothing, I'm waiting to hear what you do.

Rebecca: There he is, my hero. He was probably too modest to tell you all, but this man rushed me through a burning building with his coat over my face and then led me out of the fire. And I am telling you the fire was so close I could feel the flames licking my ears.
Sam: It was hot, all right.

Rebecca: Oh, Robin. My sweet baby.
Robin: A budding rose. I brought it myself because I didn't want you to miss even a moment of its bloom.
Rebecca: Oh, my God. This is so cool. Oh, Robin, I can hardly wait till we're alone together again tonight.
Robin: Oh, yes. About tonight, I'm terribly sorry. An emergency board meeting has been called.
Rebecca: How about a late supper afterwards?
Robin: Yeah, well, the meeting could last through the night.
Rebecca: I could last till the morning.
Robin: What's say we put that to the test tomorrow.