Norm: All right, I got 20 bucks says they won't do it.
Cliff: All right, well, I got, eh, 30 here says they, uh, tie the knot-ski tonight-ski.
Frasier: I'd like a piece of that, Cliff. Because you see, I'm convinced that the words "l do" are not in the woman's vocabulary.

Sam: Look, you got to do this book. You have to.
Diane: I don't care about the book. I care about you. Go ahead, from the beginning, please.
Carla: This is inhuman.
Justice of the Peace: You, Sam, and you, Diane, have complied with the general regulations and the laws of the Commonwealth-
Sam: No, no, w- w- w- wait- wait. Look, l- l- l don't want to be married to a woman who's going to be always asking, "What if"? I'll tell you what. Y- Y- You're bad at ballet. You're terrible at acting. You don't you can't draw worth a lick. You're bad at- at poetry, photography, cinema and omelets. I mean, they're going to have to start inventing things for you to be bad at.
Diane: Make your point, Sam.
Sam: You're- You're good at writing. I mean, I think we finally found something you don't stink at.
Diane: But, Sam, I... I...
Sam: Look, look, this is important for you. I mean, l- l- l had my day in the sun. I- I may not have been the greatest relief pitcher in the world...
Steve: Yeah, you were, Sammy.
Sam: Thank you. The point is... The point is I took a shot. You've got to take your shot.

Cliff: Oh, boy, yeah, that was one of your major league dumps, too. Poor little Diane, left there on our doorstep, you know, turning to us for, uh, shelter from life's storm. Boy, oh, boy, it seems like a long time ago, doesn't it, Normie?
Norm: Yep.
Cliff: A lot's changed since that fateful night, eh?
Norm: Yeah. As I recall, you were sitting over there, drinking a beer, and I was sitting right here having a beer, kind of wishing you'd shut up.
Cliff: Good memory.
Norm: Yeah.