Coach: Carla, what are you looking for? A sign from God? Religious belief is based on faith.
Carla: Yeah, well, I never thought I'd say this, Coach, but I think I've lost faith.
Frasier: Hey, listen up, everybody. I have an announcement to make. Diane here is leaving for Europe and she's not coming back to Cheers ever.
[Carla drops to her knees and prays]
Carla: [sings] I believe for every drop of rain that falls a flower grows. I believe that somewhere in the darkest night a candle glows.

Coach: You know, Sam, I got to tell you. I can't see Diane going off with Doc like that. I always figured that you and her would get married, you know?
Sam: No, come on, Coach.
Coach: No, no, I'm not kidding. I pictured you moving to a little home in the country with a rose garden out in the front and a nice little room in the back for me. You know, every Sunday night Diane would make us a fried chicken dinner and we'd sit on the porch and listen to the ball game. I'd bounce your kids on my knee... God, it was going to be a happy house.
Sam: Well, I guess that's going to be Frasier's house now, Coach.
Coach: Well, you can come by any time, Sam. But call first.

Sam: What got you in such a bad mood today?
Carla: Oh, I don't know. Everything. You know, this morning I was thinking I'm not married, I'm carrying my sixth kid, I'm broke, I live in squalor... I'm having a crisis of faith.
Coach: Oh, come on, Carla. Don't talk like that.
Carla: Well, would a just God be putting me through this, Coach?
Cliff: Well, I know it looks sort of bleak out there. But you just have to have patience. Remember Job.
Coach: Cliffie's right, honey. You got a good Job here. You're in great health...
Carla: I don't know. I don't know. [walks away]
Coach: Cliff, I didn't want to embarrass you in front of Carla, but you pronounce the word "job".