Coach Quote #107
Quote from Coach in Someone Single, Someone Blue
Norm: Is this the first wedding ever in Cheers, Coach?
Coach: No, Frankie Flaherty got married in this bar, Norm. Yep, he met Janet right there in that corner, he proposed to her here, right in front of me, they got married there, had their first fight up by the piano, she caught him in the poolroom with a woman, shot him dead in the alley.
Cliff: Oh, that's an incredible story, really.
Coach: Want to know where he's buried?
Norm: Where?
Coach: He ain't. He's cremated.
Norm: Thank God!
Coach: Here's his ashes.
‘Someone Single, Someone Blue’ Quotes
Quote from Carla
Helen: Darling, think hard. There's so little time. Don't you know anyone who'd be willing to marry you for a few days?
Diane: Well, I'm afraid there's no one that I'm steadily dating at the moment.
Carla: Excuse me, rich lady. You know, I couldn't help overhearing your problems. Your daughter has a hot thing for the bartender.
Diane: I do not!
Helen: She likes Red? He's dumb enough to be your father.
Carla: Not him. Sam.
Diane: I care nothing. I feel nothing. Sam who?
Carla: Hey, come off it. You know, we've all noticed how you two go around, looking at each other like lovesick cows. Admit it. He's got you steaming under the silks.
Diane: This happens to be my mother.
Carla: Well, that's why I'm being delicate.
Quote from Sam
Sam: I just want to say it's nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Chambers.
Helen: It's nice to meet you, Sam. Diane's told me about you. You're almost as handsome as she says you think you are.
Sam: There's a compliment in there someplace, I'm sure.
Quote from Norm
Diane: You're taking this all too personally and you shouldn't. It's just Mommy doesn't like bars.
Norm: Well, bars can be very sad places. Some people spend their whole lives in a bar. Just yesterday, some guy sat right here next to me for 11 hours.
Cliff: Yeah, what kind of a life is that?
Norm: Well, it's pitiful. You know, the sad thing is, you know that guy will be sitting in a bar somewhere right now, drinking a beer, going on and on about nothing.