Sam: Wait a second here. Um, I sold this bar because it had a lot of, uh, bad memories for me. But once I got away from it, I realized that it had a lot of good memories, too.
Rebecca: Mr. Malone, I really...
Sam: Please, please listen. I'm not enjoying this, either. There was, uh, one memory in particular that I have been trying to shake. [clears throat] See, I was, uh, I was afraid that I was gonna walk in here today, and, uh see her face everywhere I looked, but instead, what I saw was all these silly changes you made in here.
Rebecca: I happen to think it's...
Sam: No, no, I mean, it was good. It helped me. Look, what I'm trying to say is, uh, this place is the closest thing I have to a real home. I want to come back. Please.
Rebecca: I'm very sorry, Mr. Malone. I wish that I could help.
Sam: I see.

Sam: Well, uh, I got the job.
Frasier: All right.
Carla: Wow! Great.
Sam: Well, it's- It's only part time, you know. I mean, you do have two bartenders.
Carla: Yeah, well, maybe not for long. I've already launched "Operation Wayne Down the Dwain." Our boys are in the air.

Rebecca: Mr. Malone, will you fill out this W-4 form and return it to me?
Sam: You bet.
Carla: Mr. Drake for you.
Rebecca: Give it to me. No, wait a minute. I'll get it in my office. I locked myself out. No, I didn't.
Carla: Well, so much for her dress shield.

Sam: Why? Who- Who's this, uh... Who's this Drake guy?
Carla: He's vice president of the corporation you sold out to, and she's got a third-degree case of the hots for him, and he doesn't know she's alive.
Sam: Yeah, I have my doubts myself. Mm. Hey, Carla, you used to, uh, listen in on my phone conversations.
Carla: Never. I'm insulted.
Sam: Show me how to do it, will you?
Carla: Just press that third button, pick up the receiver.

Rebecca: [on the phone] Well, no, I have not sent that statement over yet, but I'll send it right away. No, it's no problem, I love you. I mean, I'd love to. I'd love to. Oh, by the way, I hired a new relief bartender. Kind of a sad case, really. Sam Malone. Used to play for the Red... Yes, that's him. Well, of course I tried to get him full time. Wonderful drawing card. Yes, sir. I'll sweeten the offer. Of course. Thank you. Good-bye. [hangs up] Rats.

Rebecca: Here you go.
Sam: What's this?
Rebecca: A severance check. Please be a stranger.
Sam: Why? Wha- What did I do?
Rebecca: In baseball-ese, Mr. Malone, you showed me up. You and the rest of the katzenjammer kids. Good-bye.
Sam: Now, wait a minute. What about that conversation you had with your, uh...
Rebecca: My what?
Sam: Your... Your heart. Your heart. Y- You pity me.
Rebecca: You've spent your pity, Mr. Malone.

Sam: Okay, fine. Yeah, you know, I don't want your pity, anyway. You know, I can live without this job. I'll find another way of supporting myself. And my mother. I mean, now that the doctor's only giving me six months to live. Come on! Please listen. I swear to you, nothing like this'll ever happen again. Come on, a decent boss would give me a second chance. And I'll tell you something, I...
Rebecca: Don't say, "A guy would."
Sam: I wasn't gonna say, "A guy would." But he would.
Rebecca: All right. I'll give you another chance.
Sam: All right, thank you. Thank you.