Cliff Quote #496
Quote from Cliff in The Improbable Dream (Part 1)
Cliff: You know, it's quite remarkable. To float something as heavy as a wedge of lime, beer must have quite a high buoyancy factor.
Carla: So do your loafers.
Pete: Do you think an olive could float in beer?
Cliff: Yeah. Only one way to find out, my friend.
Norm: Well, I guess it doesn't. But, you know, I think maybe an orange rind, being of the citrus family and a close cousin of the lime, just might float.
Cliff: Ah! Your hypothesis has been proven correct, Dr. Peterson.
Norm: Thank you very much, Nurse Clavin.
Woody: I always wondered if a lit match would float in beer.
Norm: You always wondered that, huh, Wood?
Cliff: All right, Woodrow. Ooh.
Woody: Not only does it float, it smells like heaven.
Carla: I got one. How about his car keys?
Norm: Oh, good.
Woody: Here he comes. [Woody and Carla fish the car keys, match and assorted fruits out of Frasier's beer]
Frasier: Ahh. Now I've room enough for you, my friend. Boy, that lime really adds something.
Cheers Quotes
‘The Improbable Dream (Part 1)’ Quotes
Quote from Cliff
Sam: OK, one more thing here. What do you think is going to make her go to sleep faster, Brahms's "Lullaby" or "The Sounds of Spring Showers in a Rain Forest"?
Cliff: You know, Sammy, that question has plagued mankind since the beginning of time. How to lure to our bed the elusive Morpheus, son of Hypnos, known to the sand dwellers of Rome as Somnus. Now...
Norm: If you really want to put her to sleep, Sam, record him.
Quote from Norm
Frasier: Gents, mind my Corona with lime, will you? I've got to see a man about an equine.
Woody: There goes one elegant guy.
Norm: Yeah. Nothing says class like a chunk of fruit floating in your beer.
Cliff: Oh, come on, Norm. It's yuppie nouveau to have a little fruit floating in your beer.
Norm: Call me old fashioned, Cliff, the only thing I like floating in beer is my liver.
Quote from Carla
Carla: If I were Rebecca, I guarantee this would work. Somehow you get me to go to sleep.
Sam: Go on. Go on.
Carla: All right. Now, you sneak into the room, wait until I'm dreaming about you. You're going to know when that is because of the moaning and rolling around.
Sam: "Moaning," "rolling," good, good.
Carla: When I'm just at my most receptive, if you get my drift, you lay a kiss on me that will melt diamonds. I wake up, but I think I'm still dreaming, so I don't resist, and then we make hot and sloppy till the cops arrive.
Sam: Carla, you're a genius. Rebecca's going to go for this in a big way.
Carla: The hell with Rebecca. It was my idea.