Rebecca Quote #247
Quote from Rebecca in The Improbable Dream (Part 1)
Rebecca: Oh, god, Sam, maybe you're right. Maybe my dreams are right. I mean, what the hell, I mean, it's not like the Donald Trumps and Robin Colcords of the world are exactly beating down my door. All right, Sam, I'm going to do it. I'm going to take the plunge. You and I are going to take a shot at it.
Sam: All right. OK. What do you say l, uh, pick you up around 8:00?
Rebecca: Pick me up now. [kisses Sam]
Sam: Mmm. Hoo! Boy, I like the way I pick you up. So, come on, tell the truth. Isn't this better than waiting around for some Mr. Wonderful to come walking through the door? Huh?
Robin: [enters] Oh, sorry to interrupt. I'm looking for Rebecca Howe.
Sam: What?
Rebecca: Robin Colcord.
Robin: Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.
[Rebecca pushes Sam onto her desk chair and back into the stock room. Boxes of beer fall on Sam's head and an open bottle of spirit pours down on Sam.]
Robin: Have I caught you at a bad time?
Rebecca: No... You caught me just in time.
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.