Henri: Ah, Woody. Let's hurry and take your picture. I have plans, huh?
Woody: Oh, yeah, I know. You want to steal my girlfriend.
Henri: No. I could never take Kelly away from you. Why, just this morning, Kelly was telling me how much she loves you.
Woody: Really?
Henri: Yes. It got so annoying, I almost had to kick her out of the shower.
Woody: Is that a joke?
Henri: Ah! But of course. [Woody laughs] Are you ready?
Woody: Yeah, I- I just shaved. How's my face look?
Henri: Mm, as smooth as your girlfriend Kelly's bottom.
Woody: Is that a joke?
Henri: [laughs] But of course it is. You have to shave much closer. [laughs] Where is this, uh, this, uh, American sense of humor I've heard so much about? Uh, bring me a soda and pay for it, Woody.

Henri: Okay, okay. Good. Serious. [takes photo] Happy. [Lilith's expression doesn't change] Seductive. [no change] Angry. [no change] Playful. [no change] Have you ever modeled professionally?
Lilith: Goodness no.
Henri: Oh, I know you're lying. Come, let's go back to the studio.
Lilith: Tres bien.
Henri: Como?
Lilith: You said, "Let's go back to the studio," and I said, "Tres bien."
Henri: No, I'm sorry, I don't understand this.
Lilith: Tres bien.
Henri: Ah, oh, "Tres bien"! I see I'm going to have to teach you the French tongue.

Lilith: Frasier, I've been waiting for you. Happy Birthday.
Frasier: Well, darling, for me?
Lilith: Now, Frasier, you know that in the past some of my birthday presents to you have been a little dull. So, this year, I decided to try something a little more adventurous. I thought to myself, "What would my husband think of a provocative photograph of his demure wife stretched out languidly on a bearskin rug?"
All: Whoo-hoo!
Frasier: Lilith, surely you're joking.
Lilith: I am not. [bar patrons whistle and howl]
Frasier: Well, you're right. That certainly is a bearskin rug. And that is definitely you. Oh, how erotic. I guess we'll have to keep the negatives. We'd hate to have them falling into the hands of Fully Dressed Woman's Monthly.

Frasier: Well, you're right, darling. And it's hilarious. I'll be sure to put this right up in my workshop.
Lilith: You don't have a workshop.
Frasier: Then I'll put it in the closet.
Lilith: By the way here are the rest of the photographs from the session.
Frasier: Why, Lilith, these are... You, you're practically... You're only wearing a... Oh, baby, baby!
Lilith: Happy birthday, Frasier. Would you like to go home and get a better look at those?
Frasier: I sure would. [runs out] Oh, uh, you can come, too.

Norm: Well, that's it. I'm out of here.
Cliff: "Out of here"? Norm, it's 9:30. It's not closing time.
Norm: I know. I'm still leaving.
Cliff: Oh, well, I'll drive you, then, okay?
Norm: No, no, no, I don't need a ride. I didn't even have any beers.
Cliff: I hope you're happy, woman.
Norm: Look, guys, uh... I can't keep hanging around here. Knowing that she's up there just spoils the whole thing for me. I'll have to find another bar, I guess.
Cliff: I don't believe this! You're just gonna up and walk out of here? Oh, I'm gonna say something that I thought I'd never say, but... dibs on the first stool!

Sam: Hey, come on! Listen, Cheers wouldn't be Cheers without you. You're the reason why people come here.
Norm: Oh, what people?
Sam: Well, the delivery man, for one.

Norm: I don't know, guys. I'm just not in the mood for a party. I got some bad news.
Cliff: What?
Norm: Vera lost her job. [all groaning]
Cliff: Her, too, huh? Boy, this recession is hitting everybody. Well, they should have gone for the gold and gotten the security of a government job. Yeah, I'll tell you, I could spit on that mail and chuck it down the sewer, and they couldn't fire me.
Woody: How do you know that, Mr. Clavin?
Cliff: I- I don't. How about those Celtics, huh?

Frasier: Hello, all.
Woody: Happy birthday, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: Why, thank you, Woody. How did you know?
Woody: Well, you left your wallet here last night, so I was looking through it to find out whose it was. Are you really gonna donate your internal organs in case of accident? They take them before you die, you know. Yeah, my uncle was just in a fender bender. They chased him half way down the block.
Frasier: Well, thank you for sharing that with me on my, uh, special day.

Sam: How's your throat doing there, Cliffie?
Cliff: It's still a little sore, Sam.
Carla: Oh, well, here's something we used to do in my family. [pinches the back of Cliff's neck]
Cliff: Ah! Ah!
Sam: You did that for sore throats?
Carla: No.

Sam: Okay, somebody's got to go get all this stuff. I want ice cream, balloons, decorations...
Carla: I nominate Frasier.
Sam: I second.
Carla: All in favor.
All: Aye!
Frasier: You guys are the greatest.