Norm: He'll be back.
Alan: Yeah, sure he will.
Hugh: I don't know.
Sam: Yeah, kind of sounded different this time.
Woody: Somebody ought to go get him.
Pete: Yeah, you're right.
Carla: Yeah, yeah. But who?
Cliff: [opens the door] I want Norm.
Sam: Looks like you're up, big fella.
Norm: Yeah, I'll have to see if I can go catch him, huh?

Cliff: Now, now, Carla, stop your blubbering. Well, I guess I'm a big enough man to accept your apologies and I guess there are one or two things I could change about my personality, and, uh, well, let's start with this. Innkeeper, champagne on me for all my friends.
Hugh: All right!
Pete: What a guy!
Cliff: Sammy?
Sam: Yeah?
Cliff: Let's make it the cheap stuff, okay? [groaning] All right, who's got the button?
Norm: Nobody here.
Pete: Not here.
Al: Dance, mailman! [Cliff groans]

Rebecca: The Globe's doing an article on women who run pubs. Now he wants to take my picture. I really dread this, Sam.
Sam: Why?
Rebecca: Because I get so tensed up in front of a camera. All of a sudden I start looking like something the cat coughed up.
Carla: Ooh, can I have an eight-by-ten for my mantelpiece?
Rebecca: How about a two-by-four for your bridgework?

Sam: Listen, let me give you a few hints here. I had a lot of pictures taken of me when I was playing ball. Just relax, take the tip of your tongue and wet your lips. Good. Now, wet my lips.
Rebecca: Oh, Malone!
Sam: Uh-oh, you're tensing up now, just relax.
Photographer: [camera clicks] Thank you.
Rebecca: No, wait a minute! You can't use that picture! I had my tongue sticking out.
Sam: Can I have three copies of that?

Rebecca: Now, please, take another picture and warn me this time. I want this to look natural and spontaneous.
Photographer: Come on, come on. You gotta relax. Think of something ridiculous.
Rebecca: Like what?
Photographer: Like him. [Rebecca laughs as he takes the picture] Hey, you're better than the Snoopy puppets I use with the kids. Thanks, Miss Howe.

Alan: Hey, hey, hey, here's that article they interviewed Rebecca for. Look at that.
Sam: Oh, hey, how's her picture?
Norm: There isn't one.
Rebecca: Oh, God, it was so crummy they didn't even print it.
Sam: Oh, wait a minute. There it is, right there on the back.
Rebecca: How is it?
All: Eww! Is it that bad?
Carla: No, Norm got cheese whiz all over the paper.

Sam: Well, surely somebody gave him a call or sent flowers, a card? Carla?
Carla: Yeah, right. [guys muttering excuses]
Frasier: Look, this is terrible! Don't you realize that since Cliff's mother moved to Florida, we are his sole support group? This desertion in his hour of crisis could cause him deep emotional scars.
Carla: So why didn't you go see him?
Frasier: Well, what, I don't have a life?

Frasier: Ah, excuse me, I'm Dr. Crane. Uh, where is Mr. Clavin?
Nurse: He was just discharged.
Frasier: Oh, great, just my luck. [Cliff enters the room behind Frasier] I'm the one who gets to run all over town to find a stupid card for the idiot, Clavin, and he isn't even here. [turns around] Just a token of how much we care.

Frasier: Well, he's got to come back sooner or later. Look, I suggest that when he does, we all give him a very warm welcome.
Carla: Well, all I'm promising is not to treat him like a bug.
Frasier: Well, you see, Carla's willing to go that extra mile.

Carla: Cliff?
Cliff: Eh?
Carla: When you were in the hospital, did they give you a lobotomy? I mean, it suits you.
Cliff: [chuckling] Boy, did I miss this good-natured ribbing. [groaning] Ah, excuse me. [to Dave] Getting a little trigger happy with that thing, aren't you?
Dave: Well, you sounded a little sarcastic.
Cliff: I wasn't being sarcastic.
Dave: Judgment call.
Cliff: Fair enough.
Rebecca: Welcome back, Cliff.
Cliff: [groans] What the hell was that for?
Dave: Oh, sorry, thumb spasm.