Carla: You guys over here, you want to sign a petition to commemorate Eddie LeBec?
Man #1: Oh, sure. Well deserved, too.
Carla: Thank you. At least somebody around here has some respect.
Man #2: Who's Eddie LeBec?
Man #1: You remember. He's that cartoon skunk. Who always- Always fell in love with black cats that had crawled under freshly painted fences.
Man #2: Oh, yeah. Is he dead?
Carla: Yeah, just sign.

Sam: You got a name for him yet?
Lilith: Frederick.
Sam: Hey, all right! Fred Freddy, the Fredder man!
Lilith: Frederick.

Cliff: That, uh, that's quite a rig you got there.
Lilith: Isn't it marvelous? This is a native Rebozo used by the peasant women of Mexico to keep the baby close and warm and enable it to feel the mother's heartbeat.
Cliff: How much does something like that run you?
Lilith: Oh, just a few paltry pesos in Mexico.
Frasier: Or $144 at Saks.

Carla: [on the phone] Look, Eddie wasn't just any hockey player. He was a legend. He represents the little people. It's the least you can do! Ok, fine! [hangs up] Boy, one of these days I'm gonna kill my mother.

Rebecca: Hey, are those losers from corporate here yet?
Carla: Just you. What is that?
Rebecca: Oh, I needed some refreshments for the retirement party, so, I got this day-old platter of seafood from Melville's.
Carla: Oh, the shrimp is slithering off the toothpicks.
Rebecca: [groans] Well, don't just stand there. Get me a hot glue gun.

Rebecca: Hey, Sam, what are you doing back? I thought you were going to the baby's bris.
Sam: Well, I wanted to. But you ever try to find a date for one of those things?
Rebecca: Don't you think that Frasier and Lilith are gonna be insulted if you're not there?
Sam: Oh, you know what a mob scene those circumcisions are. They're not gonna miss one little person. Hey, wait a minute, man. What are you doing here?
Norm: I was gonna go, but I didn't... You know, the thought of renting a tuxedo and everything just...
Sam: It wasn't formal. You didn't need to rent a tuxedo.
Norm: No? Great, then I can afford a few more rounds.
Rebecca: You know, you guys, this is a very important occasion for the cranes. Somebody should go there from Cheers.
Sam: Why aren't you there?
Rebecca: I have a perfect excuse. I have to entertain a bunch of deadheads.
Norm: Well, we're here. Start, uh, juggling.

Man: Uh, we're here for my retirement party.
Rebecca: Oh, yes, yes, yes, everything's set up in the back. Come on. Come on. Shake 'em, don't dawdle.
Man: I don't see why I have to retire, I'm only 65. I've got 10 or 15 more good years in me.
Carla: The seafood will take care of that.

Woody: Hey. Sam and Mr. Peterson are here.
Sam: Oh, you didn't go either?
Cliff: Well, it's not our fault. I mean... We looked and looked for a place to park. Just couldn't find one.
Woody: Maybe we should have looked near their house instead of just around the ball park.
Carla: So you guys all chickened out, huh?
Norm: Carla, you're a woman. You couldn't possibly understand.
Carla: What, you're a bunch of wussy wimps who couldn't even go to a religious ceremony that involved a little pain that wasn't even your own?
Norm: Oh, then you do understand.

Sam: I don't know about you guys... I feel ashamed. I mean, Lilith and Frasier are our friends, you know? We should be there.
Norm: Sammy's right. There are times when a man has to stand up and be counted. Now, they will have those really big pickles, won't they?
Cliff: Yeah, you're right. I'm with you, Sammy.
Sam: Besides, you know, Frasier's our pal. You know, if he's man enough to do this, then we should be.
Norm: There you go.
Sam: Come on. [opens door]
Frasier: The bris is off. I've kidnapped my son.

Rebecca: How's it going, Larry?
Larry: Have you ever been roasted by seven people you don't know? All those funny, insulting toasts. I came out to prepare my hilarious rebuttal. So far, all I can think of is, "Shut up. You're hurting my feelings."
Woody: [laughs] I got a Grange reunion coming up. Can I steal that?