Norm: [enters] Afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm!
Man: Hey.
Woody: What's going on, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Let's talk about what's going in Mr. Peterson. Beer, Woody.

Sam: So, how come you guys are so chummy, huh?
Norm: Sorry, Sam. Can't talk about it. Kind of private.
Sam: Oh, give me a break. Guys are supposed to talk about girls behind their backs. [Norm swallows hard] Didn't I tell you everything about me and Diane? [Norm shakes his head] Well, now's your chance to thank me.

Frasier: Boy, look at her. What a glow she has. You know, strange as it sounds, there are actually times when I resent being a man.
Cliff: Ah, that's all right, Fras. Sometimes we resent you being one. [Sam laughs]
Frasier: I was referring to Carla's condition. You see, she's able to do something we men never shall: experience the miracle of creating a new life.
Sam: You know, I'll have to admit. I've often wondered what it would like to have another human being moving around inside you.
Woody: Must be spooky, but real neato.
Sam: Yeah.
Cliff: There's probably nothing so awesome in the entire universe.
Frasier: Yes, gentlemen, I'm afraid that we've been relegated to the position of observer. Passive, sitting on the sidelines. Doomed by nature to a life of envy.
Carla: God, feels like there's a dump truck parked on my bladder.
Frasier: Well, then again, nature is wise in her way.