Evan Drake: Ah, Norm there you are.
Norm: Hi, sir. What are you doing here, sir?
Evan Drake: Oh, I wound up everything in a marathon session. I haven't slept for three days.
Norm: Three days. Let me take you out for a cup of coffee, sir.
Evan Drake: No, no, no. All I want to do is sleep for about a week.
Butler: Should I get your pajamas, sir?
Norm: No!
Evan Drake: No?
Norm: No. Oh, I thought you meant my pajamas. No, they're, uh, they're too far away from here and I don't even think they'd fit Mr. Drake.

Evan Drake: I thought you were going to fix that.
Norm: Oh, yeah, that squeak. I'm going to fix that squeak, sir. You should go to another room. I may need to use the jaws of life.
Evan Drake: Uh, no, just leave it, will ya? As a matter of fact, forget the painting thing, too. I'm a light sleeper, and I don't want to hear you rattling your paint cans.
Norm: Well, that's one thing I've never been accused of, sir, is rattling my cans.
Evan Drake: Please, I mean it, Norm. Scoot. Huh?
Norm: Yes, sir. [shouting] So you're a really light sleeper, sir?
Evan Drake: Yes, but I have excellent hearing, Norm.
Norm: Yeah, most light sleepers do. That's what makes them light sleepers.

Norm: Mr. Drake! Mr. Drake, sir!
Butler: Sorry, sir, but Mr. Peterson said it was an emergency.
Evan Drake: What? Emergency?
Norm: Yeah, structural, Evan. It's just a damn good thing I went back and checked those blueprints. This ceiling could go at any second.
Evan Drake: Ceiling?
Norm: Yeah, it's a crack, sir. It extends all the way into, uh, here... [opens closet]
Rebecca: [hushed] Get me out of here.
Evan Drake: What crack? There's nothing wrong with that ceiling.
Norm: I'm only thinking of your safety, sir. Now, I'd feel much better if you slept in a different room.
Evan Drake: Peterson, get out. And close that closet door.

Cliff: So you just left her in the closet?
Norm: [sighs heavily] I had a foolproof plan to get her out of there and the whole thing got spoiled by this anal-retentive butler.
Woody: Mr. Peterson, you gotta get her out of there.
Norm: Oh. How did I get myself into this? I should have never become a house painter. I should have listened to my mother and become a matador.

Sam: Where's Frasier, man? I gotta talk to him.
Carla: Where's your date?
Sam: She's at my apartment. I told her I was going out for some ice. I don't know, something's wrong here. I've been dancing my brains out and nothing, zilch. Frasier, you know that, that beautiful girl you were treating this morning?
Frasier: I treated two beautiful women this morning, Sam. Which one?
Sam: The one that had the hots for the dancers.
Frasier: Yes, why?
Sam: Well, uh, you didn't cure her, by any chance, did you?
Frasier: You don't just "cure" someone overnight. Most patients require dozens of costly sessions to make even minimal progress. God, I love this profession.
Sam: Well, I don't know. Something's wrong. Maybe it's my dancing. You treated two beautiful girls this morning? What did you treat the other one for?
Frasier: Um, pyromania.
Sam: Pyro... pyromania. Pyro... [distant sirens wailing]

Butler: Stop! You can't go in there!
Norm: Up, sir! Up quick! Bees! Killer bees are coming this way from Mexico and they're hopping mad, sir!
Evan Drake: Bees?
Norm: Yeah, those suckers could swarm through here like a buzz saw. Sir, you don't have any honey in here, do you?
Evan Drake: Peterson, get out of here. And if you come back in here again, I'm going to have Greyson use his gun. Understood?
Butler: Yes, sir!
Norm: Hey, he was talking to me, okay, Greyson? Look, sir, let me just get your robe. I'm very concerned about these bees. [realizes the closet is empty] Well, never mind. They've gone. Yeah. There they go. They're headed up to Canada or someplace. [Norm yells as Rebecca grabs his leg from under the bed]
Evan Drake: What is it?
Norm: Bee sting. They're back, sir.

Evan Drake: Peterson, what the hell is going on?
Norm: Sir, I'm sorry. I- I didn't want to have to tell you this, but you're forcing me to.
Evan Drake: Oh, please, tell me quickly. If I don't sleep, I'll die. And I'm gonna take you with me.
Norm: It's, actually, it's kind of personal. Do you mind, Greyson?
Butler: Sir?
Evan Drake: Whatever. Anything that will get him out of here.
Norm: Sir, to begin with, when I was a little boy, I was very poor.
Evan Drake: Peterson, I'm not going to survive any story that begins with when you were little.
Norm: Oh, right. Sir, I've had this fantasy that's haunted me all my life. At night, when I'm lying in bed, it comes and torments me.
Evan Drake: Oh, I know the feeling.

Norm: Hi, sir.
Evan Drake: Oh, I knew it, I knew it. You broke your word.
Norm: No, no, no.
Evan Drake: You lied to me, Norm.
Norm: No, no, no, sir. You see, I went back to the bar to tell everyone about my dream coming true. And since none of their dreams have come true, they wouldn't believe mine.
Evan Drake: Why are you doing this to me? Why?
Norm: Sir, my dream is to have people know that I carried a rich man across the lawn in his pajamas.
Evan Drake: You're going to hurt me.
Norm: No, sir. I just need witnesses. I've got several lined up outside. Greyson would fill out the troop nicely, sir.
Evan Drake: This is a nightmare.
Norm: Just a couple minutes, then it'd be all over, sir. You can sleep, I promise.
Evan Drake: This isn't happening to me. This is a nightmare.
Norm: Don't worry about it, sir. We're going out now, but only for a minute!
Evan Drake: Will there be any more bees?
Norm: Oh, no, no, no, sir. You shut your eyes now. All gone, all gone.

Rebecca: Would you believe the board of directors is asking for a breakdown of projected earnings for the next six months?
Woody: Yes.
Norm: Rebecca, I started painting Mr. Drake's house. I want to thank you for that recommendation.
Rebecca: Oh, it was my pleasure, Norm. How's it going?
Norm: Great, great. He's out of town for a few days so, uh, I thought it'd be a good time to get started in his bedroom. I was doing a little prep work over there this morning, and I must say, that's a cute photo of you he has next to his night stand there.
Rebecca: What?
Norm: Just kidding. [Norm & Cliff laugh]
Rebecca: I will kill you, Norm.

Jennifer: Excuse me, I'm looking for Dr. Crane. He mentioned he'd be here.
Woody: Oh, I'm sorry, you just missed him.
Jennifer: Oh, darn. I had a session earlier today and left a package in his office. When I went back, it was locked.
Woody: Gee, I don't know what to tell you. But then again, I don't know what to tell most people.