Carla: He's got to be the greatest. I mean, three periods and overtime, and the Flyers have only put one in against him.
Frasier: Sure.
Carla: Man, can he ever hold them.
Norm: Oh, you think he can hold 'em? I've had four beers this period alone. I have not left this barstool. All right?

Diane: What exactly is the definition of attempted murder? Does does the accused actually have to go through with the crime and fail? Or is it our duty to look into his craven heart and determine his intent? I mean, how often does someone just happen to lose control of a power saw?

Eddie LeBec: Hi, there. [Carla is speechless] Uh, could I have a glass of club soda, no ice, two slices of lime and a red straw, please? [Carla just stares] Club soda, no ice, two slices of lime, and a red straw, please.
[Carla nods and walks to the bar]
Carla: Sam, a club, club soda-
Sam: Yep, I heard, I heard, I heard.
Cliff: Yeah, that was masterful, Carla. Hey, you know what, you know what line I think really won his heart? [nods]

Eddie LeBec: Oh, thank you.
Carla: Uh, Eddie, uh... sorry I'm a little tongue-tied. I... I guess it's because I'm really a big fan of yours.
Eddie LeBec: Oh, really?
Carla: Yeah.
Eddie LeBec: You know who I am?
Carla: Are you kidding? Eddie LeBec, born Hull, Quebec. Drafted out of the juniors in the fifth round to the Toronto Maple Leafs. Played for a year with the Leafs, then traded to the Winnipeg Jets, then to Calgary, then to Boston.
Eddie LeBec: Wow.
Carla: Two game misconducts, 78 and 81. Currently leads the league in goals against.
Eddie LeBec: Mm-hmm.
Carla: Unmarried. Favorite number is 5-5-5-7-8-4-3.
Eddie LeBec: What's that?
Carla: Where I can be reached at night.

Carla: Could I get you some pretzels?
Eddie LeBec: Oh, no, I just drink, uh, one club soda, no ice, two slices of lime and a, and a red straw before every game.
Carla: Oh, superstitious, huh?
Eddie LeBec: Oh, uh, no. Just things have been going so well for me here in Boston, l, uh, don't want to do anything that might change that, you know?
Carla: Oh, right. Well, uh, what other little rituals do you have?
Eddie LeBec: Oh, I don't know. Uh, I brush my teeth every day. [both chuckle] No kidding. l, um... I don't know. I lace my left skate first, then my right skate.
Carla: Left and right, yeah.
Eddie LeBec: And, um, since my winning streak started, l, I wear my underwear inside out.
Carla: You are really a fascinating guy.

Carla: Guys! Guys, guys, get this! I've got Eddie's tickets to the Garden tonight!
Norm: No way!
Carla: Bruins and Canadiens. Seats so choice you can smell the sweat.

Carla: Anybody want the other ticket?
Sam: Oh, God, I'd love to go, but I can't. I got to work.
Carla: Oh, too bad, Sam.
Sam: Wait a minute. Don't you have to work, too?
Carla: You don't think you can keep me here, do you?
Sam: Come on, what happened to "Sam, could I please have the night off?"
Carla: [grabs Sam by the collar] Sam, may I please have the night off?
Sam: Yes. See how easy it is if you just ask?

Carla: So, who's it going to be? [Norm and Cliff clamoring] Well, I only have one. [frantic pleading continues]
Norm: Cliff, Cliff, wait a second now. I mean, our friendship's a little too important to be ripped apart by something as stupid as a hockey ticket, all right?
Cliff: Well, I guess you're right, Normie. A sporting event's only for a few hours. Friendship like ours lasts forever.
Norm: Right. There you go.
Carla: So, who's going to take it? [both clamoring] None of you, you, you. Get out of here!

Carla: Man, what a game! Eddie stopped 40 shots!
Norm: Oh!
Carla: I mean, I haven't seen a guy have a night like that since Harmon Killebrew hit those three moon-shot homers off of you, Sam.
Sam: Yes, I was certainly lucky to be there to see that, wasn't l?
Carla: Then at the end of the game when the crowd was giving Eddie his standing "O," he skated right past me and spit.
Diane: Well, you're very lucky, Carla. Most men would have been embarrassed to make such a show of affection in public.
Carla: You know, I got to believe you're right.

Norm: Yeah, Carla, where's Frasier?
Frasier: I don't know. The last I saw of him, they were hauling him off in a security van.
Norm: Well, just curious.
Diane: "Security van"? What happened?
Carla: I don't know. I was watching the game. I guess there was some kind of scuffle. He got caught up in it. [Sam laughs]
Diane: Good Lord!