Cliff: Yeah, I bet you nobody even remembers what started the silly argument in the first place.
Woody: I do. Sam cut up his gold card. [laughs] That was funny.
Sam: Woody, come on, we're, uh... You know, I apologized for that. We're beyond that right now.
Frasier: Is that it? That is the sum total of your contrition? I mean, I know you're not Walt Whitman, Sam, but I mean, really a couple more "uhs" and "you knows" would at least lend it a little creditability.
Sam: Well, you didn't let me finish, Frasier. I was going to say that I'm sorry that you were such a big jerk yesterday and that you're such a big baby today.
Frasier: Well, that tears it. When I walk out this time, believe me when I tell you that I will never brighten this door again.

Cliff: Hey, Norm, go ahead, make them fight.
Norm: Oh, you do it, come on.
Cliff: Me?
Norm: Yeah.
Cliff: Hey, Fras, you think Carla should be filling out the time card with a pen or a pencil?
Lilith: I can see why you can't tear yourself away from this place.
Cliff: All right, all right, all right. So I'm not you.

Rebecca: I think it's, um... I think it's nice, Woody.
Woody: Really?
Rebecca: Yeah.
Woody: It's yours.
Rebecca: Oh, no, Woody. I- I- I real- I couldn't.
Woody: Miss Howe, I've been to your apartment. Take the cow.

Frasier: I'm trying to convince my esteemed colleagues to move their monthly meetings to your fine establishment.
Sam: Oh, hey, thanks. That's great.
Frasier: Uh, my, uh, gold card should keep the, uh the bubbly flowing.
Norm: Cliffie, the master has a thought.
Cliff: Yes?
Norm: One might wonder what would happen if, uh, we called a certain credit card company and reported that number as stolen. Then when a certain bartender tried to put it through for a certain customer, and it wasn't honored, what do you suppose would happen?
Cliff: I don't know.
Norm: Major fireworks.
Cliff: Oh! You're a genius! Why do you put up with me?
Norm: I don't know.

Woody: Oh, no! Miss Howe, look what I found in the trash! It's your cow!
Rebecca: Oh, dear, how could that have gotten in there? Sam?
Sam: You told me to throw it away.
[Rebecca swipes the American Express credit card imprinter to shut Sam up]

Cliff: What do we do now, oh master?
Norm: Shut up and stop calling me master.

Norm: Come on, Cliffie. We've gotta stop this before it gets any further. We've got to go to Frasier, tell him exactly what happened. Accept all blame, and the sooner the better.
Cliff: Yeah, you're right.
Norm: Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Cliff: What?
Norm: I just thought of something.
Cliff: What's that?
Norm: If we wait like a couple of hours, it'll be dinnertime. Might be able to snag a free meal.
Cliff: You are the master, oh salam.

Frasier: Okay. Here, come come and sit down. You know, I can't tell you how special this is. We never seem to get together outside of that infernal bar. Never get together just as pals.
Norm: Yeah, whatever. Fras, you don't have any Chinese left, do you?
Frasier: No, sorry.
Cliff: Norm, Norm we come here to talk about a topic a lot more important than food. Found an almond cookie.
Sam: If you're here to try to patch up my relationship with Mr. Malone, just forget it.
Norm: Give me half, will you, Cliff?
Frasier: I tell you, I have seen the last of that ex-jock in a pompadour.
Cliff: Frasier, you've got to let us explain what happened here.
Norm: Fras, um, you see, sometimes guys do things, you know, which they they think seem like a good idea at the time. [takes the rest of Cliff's cookie] But they're really not such a good idea. I guess what I'm trying to say is...
Sam: That that Sam wants me to come back to Cheers so that he can get down on his knees and apologize to me in public and in person.
Norm: Yeah, that's even better. Great, come on, let's go.

Norm: Sammy, don't drop down on your knees to beg for forgiveness till he's all the way through the door but look who's here.
Sam: Hey! You brought Frasier back.
Norm: See, now, if we can just get them to erase everything from their memories from the last 36 hours, we're home free.
Frasier: I'm waiting, Sam.
Sam: Waiting for what?
Norm: Sammy, don't torture your friend. Frasier just swallowed his pride to come back in here, so get down on your knees and beg him to forgive you and then we can start celebrating.
Sam: I'm sorry.
Frasier: Oh, thanks, Sam.
Norm: That's what we like to see.