Rebecca: Wait a minute. I guess we could use another relief bartender a couple of nights a week.
Sam: Well, it's a start. I appreciate that.
Rebecca: Don't mention it. You've had some tough breaks.
Sam: Oh, not so bad really.
Rebecca: You lost the bar. And now you tell me that's your home. You lost your girlfriend. And I guess you were some sort of an athlete who's having a lot of trouble getting over it. Anyway, I just hope working here can help fill a little of the emptiness.
Sam: Yeah, well, I'm sure it will. Thanks again.

Carla: Anyway, I really hate her.
Sam: "Her"? Whoa, a woman? Oh, is she married?
Carla: Who'd marry her?
Sam: An unmarried woman. Might take me all of five minutes to get my job back.
Carla: Ha-ha-ha.
Sam: Why? What? Oh, no, what, is she one of those pasty-faced little business school graduates with thick glasses and her hair pulled back so tight she hears through her eyes, one of those?
Carla: She's coming right now. Why don't you be the judge of that?
Sam: Watch this. I came up with a few new grabbers while I was out at sea. [sees Rebecca] Mm-boo-ah.

Rebecca: I happen to think Wayne is a very talented bartender.
Carla: I don't think he's so great.
Rebecca: No, Ms. Tortelli?
Carla: No. I bet there are a lot of drinks he doesn't know how to make.
Wayne: Impossible. I know every drink there is.
Carla: Oh, yeah? I say that a customer is gonna come into this bar tonight and order a drink you've never heard of.
Wayne: No way, never happen.
Carla: Well, if it does, will you take a hike?
Wayne: All right. And if I win?
Carla: Then you get Sam's sailboat. Deal, Sam?
Sam: It's a deal.
Wayne: You're on. I love sailing.

Sam: Whoo! Look at this. [to the customers] Hey, everybody. [silence] Who are these people?
Frasier: Things just aren't the same anymore, Sam.
Sam: Boy, yeah, I'll say. Can't believe the number of changes around here. [to Carla] Thank God you're still pregnant, huh? [laughing]
Carla: Yeah.
Sam: Who's the lucky guy?
Carla: Everybody but Eddie LeBec.
Sam: Eddie.

Sam: Maybe you two should start calling each other in the morning.
Carla: Sammy, it's part of the new regime. They're running this joint like a military outfit.
Sam: Well, that's too bad. Oh, no, look at that. What happened to my photograph?
Carla: Never mind; now you're back, you can buy back the bar, things can be the way they were.
Sam: I don't have enough money to buy back an ice cube. But anyway, you know, hey, I just want to work here. If I can't be the boss, I can at least be the highest-paid employee.
Carla: Yeah, well, I don't know. We got two bartenders already, Sam.

Carla: You know, uh, Wayne has bored the hell out of people in some of the finest bars and restaurants in Boston. And as he'd be the first one to tell you, he can make any drink known to man.
Sam: Oh, is that right?
Wayne: Try me.
Sam: Okay. Um, a moonbeam.
Wayne: With or without curaao?
Sam: Serendipity, neat.
Wayne: That only comes with ice.
Sam: Saddleback.
Wayne: Onion or olive?
Sam: Both. Stick 'em in your nostrils. [chuckles]

Sam: Well, that's all right. What the hell, I'll just come at this from another angle. Uh, who's, uh, who's running the show now?
Carla: Oh, no, no, I- I wouldn't approach it that way. No, this new manager eats live sharks for breakfast. Ah, but don't go by me. I've hated every boss I've ever had.
Sam: How can you say that? I was your boss.
Carla: Yeah, right.
Sam: Oh, I was; come on.

Carla: Miss Rebecca Howe, Sam Malone. Sam, Rebecca Howe.
Robin: How do you do?
Sam: Ah-voo-ah.
Rebecca: And to you. If you'll excuse me.
Sam: Boy, you know, she's almost as great-looking as I am.
Carla: Almost.
Sam: Gee, I wonder what she'll make me for breakfast?

Rebecca: Miss Tortelli, you have a couple of customers in the corner that look like they're on the verge of a good time. You better hurry over there and put your usual stop to it.
Carla: Yes, ma'am.
[Carla goose-steps over to the customers' table]

Woody: Good afternoon, Miss Howe.
Rebecca: Hello, Woody. I mean Wayne. Did you lose your name tag again?
Woody: Yeah. But I found my pants.
Rebecca: Keep up the good work, Woody.