Norm: Emily, I'll be with you in a minute. Quick business call here. [on the phone] Hello, Vera, this is Norm. I'm at Cheers. It's 8:05. Uh, you need me, you've got the number here. Bye. [hangs up]
Coach: Norm, when did you get the answering machine?
Norm: I didn't, Coach. That was Vera.

Cliff: What a pathetic display. I'm ashamed God made me a man.
Carla: I don't think God's doing a lot bragging about it either.

Norm: What do you think, Sam?
Sam: Norm, I think it's stupid to jump into bed with somebody you're working with. [Diane nudges Sam] I didn't mean stupid in the unintelligent sense.
Diane: Don't mind Sam, he's a little depressed. This is the year his age caught up with his IQ.
Sam: That's years away.

Diane: I think by now your curiosity is satisfied, your inexplicable lusts sated. If our relationship remains as strong and vital as it is now you'll have no need for sexual experience with another woman.
Sam: Oh, my God.
Diane: What do you mean, "Oh, my God?"
Sam: I- I just never thought about that before. My last woman.
Diane: You do agree, don't you?
Sam: Uh, I don't know.
Diane: Why not?
Sam: Hey, come on. Something could happen to you. You know, you could die or go insane or... What happens if you don't age well? What would happen if I went down in an airplane over South America some place and was taken captive by a tribe of huge women who made me their sex slave. Forced by High Priestess Bettina and her handmaidens to satisfy them day after day after day. Come on. Be realistic, Diane.

Sam: And you're wrong.
Diane: In your hat.
Cliff: Yeah, yeah, I've kind of lost track here, Carla. What round is this?
Carla: I can't count that high. Just so we can follow the fun, what's this fight about?
Diane: We're not fighting, Carla. We're merely discussing a difference of opinion. Vodka rocks, two. I think Sam is a heartless, mindless, slack-jawed cretin and he disagrees. But I'm sure he'll see reason eventually. Let me know when his head lights up.
Sam: As usual, you have to take a connecting flight to get to the point. We were talking about the way you don't trust me, motormouth.
Diane: No, broken brow, we settled that. You were proven wrong and we moved on.
Sam: As I recall...
Diane: Sam, give me credit for having enough intelligence to humiliate you in the right subject area.
Carla: My favorite couple. Steve and Eydie Amin.

Diane: Oh, I'm so disappointed in Norman.
Cliff: Diane, the problem you're having is a simple lack of understanding of the male of the species. See, man was not made to be monogamous. It's an artificial, unnatural phenomenon imposed from without. The human male can never have enough women.
Carla: Or in your case, any.

Carla: What kind of boutique is it?
Emily: Oh, just a simple dress shop, struggling to survive. But thanks to Norm, I'll get a healthy tax return.
Norm: Yeah, well, I just did a few simple things. For example, she wasn't even writing off her cockroaches as livestock.

Carla: Norm, I think you'd better give the lady what she wants. If you don't come across, she's going to drop you like a bad habit.
Diane: Norman, has it come to this? Are you going to sell your virtue to the first person who buys you a drink in a bar? If you were a woman, I think we'd have a name for you.
Coach: I kind of like Becky. I realize Norma is closer. You just have to add U-H, but...

Norm: [enters] Afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm!
Diane: Norman.
Coach: Normie, Normie, could this be Vera?
Norm: Well, with a lot of expensive surgery, maybe.

Diane: I'm so proud of us. We women have taken our place in society as never before. Working, doing, rising on merit through the ranks. We are taking our place alongside of and in many cases above men. Once exploited, now we are equal.
Man: Hey, hey, shake it up! I'm dry over here!
Diane: Excuse me.