Rebecca: Hit me again, Harley. Third time's the charm.
Sam: So, uh, where's your big-shot lover boy?
Rebecca: A: I told you he is not my lover boy. B: The big shot SOB is in a meeting. C: Choke on it.

Woody: There's a happy pair. Say cheeseburger.
Sam: Uh, no, no.
Woody: All right, that was a good one, even with Miss Howe's eyes kinda gimpy like that.

Cliff: Oh, Norm, look. We forgot about the dessert table.
Norm: And we call ourselves guests.

Annie: So, Eddie, what's Mother Tortelli like in bed?

Sam: Oh, come on, just talk to the guy.
Carla: I don't talk to spineless jellyfish.
Sam: All right, fine. I'll just, uh, go out there and tell him to leave.
Carla: Hey. Does he look really pathetic and cute?
Sam: Have you ever seen a puppy in the rain?
Carla: Well... I guess I can let him off the hook, but first! He has to come in here, get down on his knees and sweat blood.
Sam: He was hoping you'd say that.

Monsignor: [v.o.] Dear friends, you have come together
Cliff: [v.o.] It sure was nice of the Monsignor to let Carla and Eddie get married here in the rectory chapel.
Norm: [v.o.] Yeah, it was kind of nice of us to buy all those raffle tickets, too.
Frasier: [v.o.] Good Lord, it's crowded in here. But on the upside, it does satiate any desire I might have had to visit Tokyo.