Sam Quote #1179
Quote from Sam in The Improbable Dream (Part 1)
Sam: Uh, Rebecca, could I speak to you for a second? Listen, I know I upset you in the office this morning.
Rebecca: No, no, no. It's me who should be apologizing. I'm sorry. I was going through something that was sort of personal, but I really shouldn't have taken it out on you.
Sam: Oh, no, that's OK. Sit down here for a minute. ["Rainfall sounds" tape plays] You know, you're probably just a little off because you're so tired, so very... Very tired.
Rebecca: Is it raining outside? I hope I remembered to put the windows up on my car.
Sam: I'm sure you did. I'm very, very sure.
Rebecca: Why are you talking so slowly?
Sam: Does it seem like I'm talking slowly? It's probably just because you're so... Very, very tired.
Rebecca: You're right. I am tired. I haven't slept well all week.
Sam: No kidding. Why don't you go take a nap?
Rebecca: No, I can't do that. There's too much work out here. Oh, what the hell, you guys do all the work around here anyway. Carla, will you take my calls? I'm going to take a short nap.
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‘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.