Norm: Carla, is that Cap'n Gus and his Polka Pirates?
Carla: It's my daughter's wedding, isn't it?

Gino: Hey, there. Remember me?
Rebecca: Yes, I do. You're Carla's son, Gino. And I did not appreciate the nude photos of yourself that you sent.
Gino: You know, it's the best I could do at the machine at the mall.
Rebecca: Gino, would you forget about it? I'm not gonna go out with you. You're much too young for me.
Gino: Oh. Yeah, right. Coo-coo-ca-choo, Miss Howe.

Frasier: Sam, Sam could you hurry it up a bit? Captain Gus has just played the polka version of "Hava Nagila." He's managed to insult two cultures.

Serafina: But all my life I've always pictured that someday I would walk down the aisle on my father's arm, just like any other girl.
Carla: Not like every other girl, Serafina. My father wasn't there to give me away.
Serafina: And how'd that make you feel, Mom?
Carla: Pretty rotten.