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Ma Always Liked You Best

‘Ma Always Liked You Best’

Season 9, Episode 5 -  Aired October 18, 1990

When Cliff doesn't want to give up his bachelor's paradise when his mother returns to town, Woody invites Esther to stay with him. Meanwhile, Rebecca's refusal to grease the wheels of commerce leads to construction gridlock outside Cheers.

Quote from Cliff

Cliff: I understand, Woody. I want to thank you, really, for all you've done for my ma, you know, giving her a place to live and everything. There's one thing my sense of pride won't allow me to say to her, but I know I can talk to you about it man-to-man. [crying] I want my mommy back.
Woody: You can't have her back. You gave her up.
Cliff: Wood, I miss her!
Woody: Well, if I give her to you, then I'll miss her, too. Can't we share?
Cliff: I don't want to share!
Frasier: Oh, for God's sake! You're acting like children. Now, listen, Woody, Esther Clavin is Cliff's natural mother.
Therefore, logic would dictate that, uh, well, Cliff gets first dibs.

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Quote from Sam

Police Officer #1: Well, we can get him out, but we're gonna have to bring in the Jaws of Life.
Police Officer #2: He's really stuck in there.
Police Officer #1: Yeah, it remind me of that Winnie the Pooh story.
Police Officer #2: Say, how'd he get stuck in there, anyway?
Police Officer #1: Well, he ate up all of Rabbit's honey...
Police Officer #2: No, I mean this guy.
Sam: Uh, we were, uh, building a new entrance.

Quote from Carla

Rebecca: Can I help you guys?
Construction Guy #1: Yeah, you can help us out with a couple of beers.
Rebecca: That'll be five dollars.
Sam: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. We can't have our boys in the trenches paying for this. No, no, much better they spend their valuable time finishing their work upstairs than digging around in their wallets for the exact change.
Construction Guy #2: Now, here's a man who understands the construction business.
Rebecca: What are you doing?
Sam: What am I doing? I'm greasing the construction workers.
Carla: Ooh, that'd make a great title for my autobiography.

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