Sam: Come on, sweetheart. It's gonna eat you up inside. Why don't you go talk to each guy alone, very subtly, and just ask them what they remember about last night? Chances are, whoever it was, he'll be just as embarrassed by the whole situation as you are.
Carla: You really think so?
Sam: Yes, absolutely.
Carla: That's worth a try.
Sam: Yeah.
Carla: Hey, Sammy.
Sam: Mm-hmm?
Carla: You don't think any less of me, do you?
Sam: Well, let's see who it is first.

Carla: Hey, Fras. Pretty wild last night, huh? [chuckles]
Frasier: If you can call Lilith rescuing me from accidental drowning in my toilet pretty wild, well then, yes, life is a cabaret.

Carla: Wood. Remember anything about what happened last night?
Woody: Well, whatever it was I missed it. Spent most of last night listening to Phil tell stories about how he worked on the Manhattan Project.
Phil: Try sleeping with that for 50 years.
Carla: Well, that's everybody.
Sam: Yeah, what about?
Carla: That's everybody, Sam!

Carla: I don't get it. I just don't get it! That's everybody, right? Geez, I... Unless, unless I met someone. That's it. Mr. Right walked into the bar, swept me off my feet, and we made mad, passionate love all night long. He's probably coming back for me tonight.
Sam: You could be right. I'll bet that's what it is.
Carla: It's gotta be, because everybody here checks out, thank God. I know I didn't miss anybody.
Paul: [enters] Hey, sexy. [slaps Carla's ass] [sings] Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, men have named you...
Carla: [screaming]

Paul: Well, guys, guess who scaled Mount Paulie last night.

Frasier: Well, here are the proud parents-to-be.
Kelly: Yes, and we've been shopping.
Woody: Yeah, look what we found. Pretty neat, huh?
Frasier: Oh that's perfect. It'll do wonders for his motor skills and his mental acuity.
Woody: Oh, yeah. Check this out, we got one for the baby, too.
Frasier: Our next city councilman, ladies and gentlemen!

Sam: I guess I'd better call the newspaper and put an ad in there looking for an assistant bartender, huh?
Norm: All right, all right, Sammy. Let me fill out an application.

Frasier: Well, Carla, congratulations on your new job. [all agreeing] Here's to Carla, our new bartender!
Norm: Hear, hear, hear.
Cliff: Yeah, Carla, why don't you fire up a pitcher of those lethal cocktails that you make?
Carla: Just don't tell Sammy, okay? I'm gonna make you one pitcher of a little drink my grandfather taught me. It's called, "I Know My Redeemer Liveth."
Paul: Is it strong?
Carla: "Is it strong?" One drink and you won't recognize your best friend.
Norm: Make mine a double.

Carla: Hey, uh, Cliff... [clearing throat] so, how was your evening last night?
Cliff: You ought to know, Carla. It was F-U-N, fun.
Carla: [sighs] How- How was it F-U-N, fun, Cliff?
Cliff: Well, Carla, I spent most of the night in the backseat of a cab with yon Norm Peterson. Now if that isn't a recipe for fun I don't know what is.
Carla: You bet.

Sam: Uh, Paul, Paul, can I talk to you in the office for a second, pal?
Paul: Oh, sure, Sammy, I get it. Uh, afraid of the new gunslinger in town, huh?
Sam: Yeah, that's, that's right, Paul.
Paul: What's the idea, Sammy? I've got major dish for the guys.
Sam: Yeah, I know. Paul, listen, l- I, heard about what happened between you and... you and Carla last night.
Paul: She's already been bragging about it, huh?
Sam: No. Not exactly, Paul.
Paul: You know, it was wild, Sammy. All that screaming and scratching. You should see the nail marks that are all up and down her back.