Eddie LeBec: What am I doing? Carla... Look, I don't want to give up the best thing that ever happened to me.
Carla: Oh, come off it, Eddie. You're just as superstitious as I am.
Eddie LeBec: Well, not anymore. And I'm going to prove to you there's nothing to all that mumbo jumbo. Woody, hand me a mirror.
Woody: Huh?
Eddie LeBec: You know, the one Sam's always looking at himself in.
Carla: What are you going to do?
Eddie LeBec: I'm going to break it.
Carla: The bad luck is starting already. He's lost his mind. [gasps as Eddie breaks the mirror]
Sam: Hey, that's my mirror.
Eddie LeBec: You see? Nothing. The ground didn't open up and swallow me.
Carla: That's because they want you out in the open where lightning can get you.
Carla: Don't do that! Oh!
Eddie LeBec: Which shoulder do you throw salt over to avoid bad luck?
Carla: The left, the left. [Eddie continues swiping the salt off the bar]
Carla: No! No, no! Forgive him, demons of Hell. He's a hockey player.

Carla: I get the feeling she wasn't nuts about me. What'd she say?
Frasier: What makes you think I'd know?
Carla: 'Cause all you pompous windbags speak French.
Frasier: She said she'll never allow this marriage. Especially to a pregnant hussy who's only trying to trap her son. Then she said she'd rather be dragged around town by her tongue... Or else she called you a small grapefruit.

Woody: [whistling]
Carla: What are you whistling about, huh? You haven't got a dime to your name. You're working for a woman who's a meat grinder, and you look like a baboon in that uniform.
Woody: Boy, life really stinks. [whistling continues]

Sam: You okay?
Carla: I feel like puke.
Sam: Well, you're wearing the right uniform. Want to talk about it?
Carla: No, what's there to say about a no-good, ice-eating little geek like Eddie LeBec. He's known since a week ago that I got his bun in my oven, and what the hell has he done about it? Jack Diddley.
Sam: Don't look now, but your ice-eating geek just walked in.
Carla: Don't you just love him?

Eddie LeBec: Hi, Carla.
Carla: Hi, Eddie.
Eddie LeBec: You, uh, busy?
Carla: Just a minute. [to her customers] Uh, look, would you just write down what you want, and hand it to Howdy Doody over there? [Woody waves]

Carla: So, what's new?
Eddie LeBec: Well, l, uh, I've had a lot on my mind lately.
Carla: Yeah?
Eddie LeBec: You know, training camp's really been rough and a lot of competition at goalie, and really having to work my tail off to keep up, eh?
Carla: Sounds rough.
Eddie LeBec: Yeah. Say, you know, uh, since I'm already here, there's something I've been wanting to ask you.
Carla: Yeah?
Eddie LeBec: It's a question.
Carla: I like questions.
Eddie LeBec: Okay, but, see, this is the kind of question a guy really doesn't want to ask if he thinks he might get "no" for answer.
Carla: Well, it's kind of hard for a girl to give an answer until she knows what the question is.
Eddie LeBec: Okay, but, you see, it would be a lot easier for a guy if he had some sort of sign...
Carla: Ask me, you little frog!
Eddie LeBec: Okay. Carla, would you...?
Carla: Yes! Yes!

Eddie LeBec: Carla, do you mind if we, you know, we keep this quiet? You know me, I don't like a lot of hoopla.
Carla: Oh, yeah, sorry. Would it be okay if I just told Sam?
Eddie LeBec: I guess.
Carla: [loudly] Hey, Sammy! Me and Eddie are getting married! [applause]

Rebecca: What's going on?
Woody: Oh, great news, Miss Howe. Carla's marrying Eddie LeBec.
Rebecca: Oh, that cute little guy with the dents in his nose.

Eddie LeBec: I want to be making a toast to my beautiful bride-to-be. Listen, you know, I don't make my living using words, so this is gonna be kind of hard for me, okay, but here it goes. Uh, Carla... Well, you know.
All: Well, you know.
Eddie LeBec: Yeah. I love you, sweetie.

Sam: Listen, whatever you do, don't make any plans afterwards 'cause we're going to throw you the biggest wedding reception in history right here...
Eddie LeBec: Oh, great! [applause]
Rebecca: [clears throat]
Sam: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Force of habit. Not my place to do that. I'm sorry. Ms. Howe's going to throw you the biggest wedding reception... [cheering]
Rebecca: I need to talk to you right now.
Sam: Uh, wait before you say anything, let me just, uh I had an idea. Why don't you invite your boss, what's-his-name, Evan Drake. You know, he's a sports fan, so I hear. Maybe he'd enjoy meeting Eddie LeBec there. You know, you could throw him a big bash, impress the pants off him. What were you going to say?
Rebecca: I was going to tell you to smile more. [Sam smiles] I didn't say smugly. Excuse me, I have a phone call to make.