Robert: Sorry we're late. We couldn't decide whether to take the Range Rover or the BMW.
Frasier: Oh but don't keep us in suspense.
Robert: The Beamer.
Lilith: Well, we're all here now. What fun.
Frasier: Uh, Kier Royales all around?
Kim: Super.
Robert: That'd be great, Fras.
Kim: I can't get over what your decorator has done with this place. It's warm, it's solid. It's real.
Robert: It's super.

Norm: Yo, Woodo, uh, my friends and I need a couple of, uh, white wine spritzers and a beer spritzer.
Carla: You feeling okay?
Norm: Sure, very manly, never more so. [to Kim & Robert] Spritzers a trois on the way.
Kim: Thank you. You know, Norman, we didn't just pop in here on a whim. We love the work you did on our place so much that we want you to do our mountain retreat next.
Norm: [sighs] Gee, uh, I- I don't know. My schedule's kind of...
Robert: We know it's an inconvenience, all right, so can we double your rate?
Norm: Only because I love you kids so much.
Robert: Listen, if you could scope it out this weekend, that would be super.
Norm: Super.
Kim: Super!
Robert: Super.

Kim: I'm glad you can make it, because we have another friend who we've been dying for you to meet. And he's really cute. [laughs]
Norm: Um... he?
Kim: Unless somebody's already snapped you up.
Norm: Well, yeah, darn it, I have been snapped up. By, um... That fellow over there.
Kim: The one who had the operation?
Norm: Bite your tongue! No! No, the, uh, tall hunk rinsing glasses.
Robert: Wa- Wait a minute. Isn't that Sam Malone, the pitcher?
Kim: Oh, I've heard of him. Didn't he used to play for the Sox?
Norm: Uh... Yes, yeah, but now he plays for me.
Kim: Oh.
Robert: Oh, man, the guys at the gym are gonna freak!
Norm: No, um...
Robert: Why don't you bring him over and introduce him to us?
Norm: Uh, I think he's probably a little bit too busy right now, um... [Sam is throwing olives into Carla's mouth] All right, all right, I'll, I'll get him.