Carla: I don't know what that Latin lover said, but I sure dig the way he said it.
Cliff: Well, if you ask me, Ramon's a lot more Latin than lover. Yeah, you know, study after study show that the old sons of Spain just don't have our sexual prowess.
Norm: Cliffie, nobody has your sexual prowess.
Cliff: Thanks, Norm. You know, it seems that the tropical sun dries out a man's vital juices. You ever seen a raisin?
Norm: Have you ever seen a doctor?

Norm: All right, I hate to change the subject, but I don't know if anyone else recognizes we seem to have a little problem here.
Woody: Oh, you need another beer, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Okay, we have two problems.

Norm: Uh, there's a distinct possibility that Sammy may never come back.
Frasier: Frankly, I don't blame him. Beautiful weather, miles of beaches...
Cliff: Yeah, chicks.
Frasier: No suits, no rules, no tight shoes to pinch your feet.
Norm: Yeah, that'd be good to get out of the city a little bit, wouldn't it?
Cliff: Oh, yeah. I got five vacation days coming to me.
Frasier: Oh, say, it may be a crazy idea, but why don't we go down there, too? Lay out in the sun for a while, work on that old manana attitude?
Woody: Should we do it? What do you say, guys?
Norm: Ah, maybe tomorrow.