Woody: Oh, no. It's almost 5:00.
Norm: What's the problem with 5:00, Woody?
Woody: Well, every day at 5, this guy comes in and blabbers and blabbers and talks my ear off. I don't know what to do.
Carla: Why don't you do what I do. Tell him to shut his fat, ugly mouth.
Woody: Oh, no, it's not Mr. Clavin.
Frasier: Woody, Woody. Calm yourself. There's no need for concern. I'm sure he's just a lonely man who wandered in here one day and found a sympathetic ear. Unfortunately, indulging him will only aggravate the problem. You see, people in this situation have a tendency to prattle on endlessly, totally unaware of how others are receiving this unwanted, innocuous information. Now, the next time a neurotic personality such as this gets off on one of these jags, just turn your back and walk away. Because, you see, the important thing is, well... [Everyone walks away from Frasier] Well, just a second, I was... Oh, you merry band.

Diane: Well, there's not much to say. He's a man I dated a bit in Europe.
Woody: Was that before or after you dumped Dr. Crane and sent him into an alcoholic tailspin?
Diane: After.
Frasier: How long after?
Diane: Days. I met Jack at the running of the bulls in Pamplona.
Frasier: Isn't that just like a woman? While I wept bitterly into the Adriatic, she was busy dodging bovines in sunny Spain.
Diane: Frasier, I was upset. I would have done anything. I wasn't running to Jack, I was running away from you.
Frasier: Well, I feel better now.

Diane: Jack is really something, isn't he?
Sam: Are you kidding me? I mean... I could do all that macho stuff if I wanted to, but it wouldn't make me any more of a man.
Diane: Do I detect a hint of raised consciousness?
Sam: Yeah. I mean, a real guy doesn't have to jump on sharks and dodge poison darts just to prove he's a guy.
Diane: I'm astonished.
Sam: A real guy just has to score heavy with the babes, that's all.