Sam: Hey, girls. What're you doing back here? I thought you had a bachelorette party going.
Carla: Yeah, yeah, but, uh, I have to borrow some money against next week's loan. Can you give me 50 bucks?
Sam: All right. What do you, uh what do you need it for?
Carla: We're going to a dance recital.
Sam: You need 50 bucks for a dance recital?
Esther Clavin: We have to have something to stick in the guys' underwear. [both laugh]
Sam: Good for you.
Carla: Esther here is okay. I mean, you can't blame her for one horrible crime against humanity.

Norm: Woody, I don't think I've done that since my wedding.
Woody: Oh, you conga'd at your wedding?
Norm: No, I sweated.

Cliff: Oh-ho Hey, Normie, did you hear that? I'm gonna be rollin' in it!
Norm: Yeah, you been rollin' in it for years, Cliff.

Diane: Did you have a chance to look at the catalog I left for you?
Sam: What catalog?
Diane: This catalog with the silverware patterns. To go with our china and fine crystal. Sam, we have to make a decision, if we're going to be registered. Some people in the bar are starting to ask about gifts.
Sam: Who? What people? Where? [Norm looks away] Aw, Norm.
Norm: I just asked if ya had to give one, all right?

Cliff: Eh, look at him, huh? Mr. Big Shot over there. What does he think he is, a "bon vivone" or something?
Norm: [chuckles] He's about the richest guy you'll ever meet, Cliff.
Cliff: Why don't we join him?

Carla: Hey, Fitzie, thanks for that $20 tip last night. But I don't want ya gettin' the wrong idea about me.
Duncan: Carla, I know that your favors are not for sale.
Carla: See? That's what I mean about the wrong idea.

Norm: As long as we're talkin' business here, who, uh, who does your books, sir?
Duncan: McCann and Williams.
Norm: McCann and Williams. Uh, can I talk to you about that over a game of darts?
Duncan: Sure.
Norm: I think I could do better than those guys. What do you like best about them?
Duncan: Well, I must say I like their aggressiveness.
Norm: [chuckles] Sir, I think I can be just as aggressive.
Duncan: I doubt that.
Norm: Yeah, you're probably right.

Woody: He's a great guy.
Sam: Yeah, it's too bad that we seem to be his only family.
Cliff: No wife?
Frasier: He's a widower.
Carla: Boy, I'm tellin' you, with all the millions he's got, if I was an old bat, I'd snatch him up in a minute.
Cliff: Ma.
Frasier: What's that, Cliff?
Cliff: Huh? Oh, uh, well, you know, my ma's been dyin' to come down here for, uh, years to meet all the guys at the bar. Hey! Tonight's a good a night as any, huh?
Carla: I wish I'd thought of that. I'd try to get my mother down here first, but it takes a forklift to get her off the couch.

Cliff: Normie, I'm sinkin' fast.
Norm: Uh, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you two share a war together?
Cliff: Hey, yeah. That's, that's right. Uh, Ma, where were you during the big one?
Esther Clavin: Clifford, you know I was in New York. I worked at the USO on 42nd Street. I was in charge of table games.
Duncan: Universal checker championships, Tuesdays and Thursdays at 9:00 p.m.
Esther Clavin: Oh, my goodness! Ladies red, gentlemen black.
Duncan: Right.
Esther Clavin: Your host
Both: Bobby Holloway.

Cliff: Oh, hey, Ma, Fitz! I thought you two were on the way to the Charles.
Esther Clavin: Well, we are. Are you busy?
Cliff: What's up, Ma?
Esther Clavin: Sit down, son. Clifford, now I know how much your father meant to you, and I know it's going to take a while for you to adjust to this, to having a new father.
Cliff: Daddy! [kisses Duncan]
Esther Clavin: My God! Clifford, I haven't even kissed him on the lips.