Cliff: Zoos are kind of sad, you know? Huh? I mean, all those sedentary animals can't move, can't run free, they just sit there and drink and shovel food in their faces.
Norm: [stuffing his face] Sorry, man, that is no kind of life.

Carla: Sammy, you better be careful.
Frasier: See, even Carla agrees with me.
Carla: No, I'm just worried that he's going to blow it with both chicks. Mothers and daughters talk to each other. Well, not in my family, but usually.
Sam: Sweetheart, I've handled trickier situations than this before. You remember the time I dated those lovely Henshaw triplets all at the same time?
Carla: Sammy, first of all, that was back when you were drinking like a fish. And second of all, that was one chick.

Woody: All right, all right. All right! I'm going on tonight! I'm going on!
Frasier: What do you mean, in your theater group?
Woody: Yeah, yeah. The lead has a fever of 106. The rest of the cast tried to drag him out of bed, but he kept falling down. I get to go on!
Rebecca: Woody, are you ready to go? We're going to be late for the kiddie party.
Woody: Oh, Ms. Howe, I hate to let you down, but I can't be your clown. I'm playing Marc Antony. "Friends, Romans, countrymen."
Rebecca: What are you talking about?
Woody: Countrymen - people who live outside the city. You know, shepherds, farmers, ranchers.