Cliff: Oh, here's Sam.
Carla: Oh, come on, Sammy. Hey, Sammy. Sammy, open up. It's freezing!
Sam: Hey, what are you guys standing around for? How come somebody didn't let you in?
Carla: I left my keys home.
Sam: Oh, no, I was counting on yours.
Rebecca: I left mine in the office. Hurry up! It's cold!
Sam: Well, how are we gonna get in here?
Norm: 'Morning, everybody.
All: Norm! [keys jangling]
Norm: Sorry I'm late. [enters]

Sam: Sorry I took so long getting here this morning.
Frasier: Sam, you know, this is the fourth time this week that you've been late. As a responsible businessman and the owner of this bar, you owe it to yourself to stick to a more responsible schedule, you know.
Cliff: Absolutely. If the post office ran its business the way you run yours... Never mind.

Frasier: Sam, I am not asking you. I'm telling you! Give me back my card!
Sam: Don't take that tone of voice with me!
Man: Frasier, can I help? I have a card that works.
Frasier: Oh shut up, you Skinnerian baboon!

Frasier: Sam, do not touch those scissors to that card!
Sam: I got to do it, Frasier.
Frasier: You do not!
Sam: Yes, I-
Frasier: [choking grunt]
Sam: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I t-tell you what. Here, take- take my credit cards.
Frasier: Oh, fine! With your $90 credit limit, I can go hog-wild at Monkey Ward's! You have made me look the fool.
Sam: Yeah, I think you've taken care of that all by yourself, Frasier!
Frasier: Oh. So it's come to this, has it? After years of friendship, you proudly pour a tall cup of humiliation. Well, I've had enough, thank you. This is good-bye. You have seen and heard the last of Frasier Crane. From this moment forward, I am never stepping foot in this bar again! I close the iron door upon you!

Lilith: Frasier, you've got to stop this cycle of negativity. Come, let's try some positive imagery. You're back in Maui. Feel the trade winds caressing your cheeks, ruffling your hair. Smell the plumeria. Taste the mai tai. Feel the gentle swaying... [sways] swaying of the ancient palms. The rhythm... [watches Lilith] the rhythm... the rhythm... Are you there?
Frasier: Yes, I'm there. I'm in paradise. And I'm paying for the whole shebang with my gold card. Which was gladly accepted, and returned in one piece, by a man in a flowered sarong!

Norm: Hi, Lilith.
Lilith: Cliff, Norm. Frasier, it's Cliff and Norm. Well, good night, gentlemen. I've suddenly developed a splitting migraine. [lets the door close on them]

Frasier: Norm. Cliff. What a pleasure to see my boon companions here in my home. Come in. Come in.
Norm: Yeah, well, Fras, look, we don't want to interrupt your dinner or anything like that.
Frasier: Oh, no, we finished hours ago.
Norm: Yeah, nice shortcut, Cliff.
Frasier: I see that you left the butcher of all things plastic back in the bar to come visit old Frasier.
Norm: Yeah, yeah. Fras, uh... Just out of curiosity, what did you have for dinner? Uh, uh, let me guess. Wait.[inhales sharply] Ah, porterhouse steaks, smothered with mushrooms, green beans with sliced almonds, some, uh, apple brown Betty, and, uh... decaf cappuccino.
Cliff: [laughs] Ain't he something?
Frasier: Actually, we had Chinese brought in. [chuckles]
Norm: Guess it must be in my coat.

Woody: You won't believe this. I just found out that on cable TV, they have this channel where they show you stuff and you can buy it any hour of the day, any day of the week. How did we live before?
Cliff: Yeah, yeah. Home Shopping Channel. Ma loves it, she's always watching it. She's always saying, "If I had a rich son, he'd buy me this, If I had a rich son, he'd buy me that." Who do you think bought her the TV in the first place?
Norm: You, Cliffie?
Cliff: No, but if I find the guy, I'm gonna shove that clicker down his throat.

Frasier: So, the paranoid says... [laughs] "Help! Help! They're all out to get me!" [laughs] I guess you had to be in the session.

Sam: Anyone hear from Frasier since yesterday?
Norm: He'll be back, don't worry about it.
Sam: I don't know, he left here pretty angry. I mean, I keep calling the house, and the machine keeps picking up.
Carla: Oh, Lilith answers?