Sam: If he doesn't want to do it, then I'll get Larry Bird.
Woody: No, no, no, no, not Bird. If he's in, I'm out.
Cliff: Woody. Woody, Woody, you telling me you know Larry Bird?
Woody: I don't have to know him. He's from French Lick, Indiana. He's a doofus.
Carla: So what? You're from Indiana and you're a doofus.
Woody: Yeah, but I would rather be a doofus from Hanover than a doofus from French Lick, 'cause everyone from Hanover knows that French Lick is the doofus capitol of Indiana. Of course everyone from French Lick thinks it's Hanover. It's a fuel of a raging controversy.

Woody: I guess I don't have to show you where anything is behind the bar, right, Mr. Peterson.
Norm: No, no, no, we got the, uh, beer taps, you got your uh, cherries, olives, pretzel bag... Hey! You guys got a cash register back here.
Frasier: [enters] Oh, my God! I'm in one of Norm's dreams.
Norm: No, no, no. I'm just doing my hour behind the bar to qualify for the employees' basketball game. Although my dreams are very similar to this. Except for, uh, in my dreams the, uh, kegs are a lot taller and, uh well, I can fly.

Lilith: Oh, for goodness sakes, Frasier, we've been intimate several times this last month. Look at my day planner. We were together every night this weekend. Oh, good heavens! That wasn't you.
Frasier: What do you mean it wasn't me?
Lilith: I'm kidding. See? Look how tense you are. You wouldn't enjoy it anyway.
Frasier: Well, fine. I don't want it anyway.
Lilith: You do, too.
Frasier: I do not.
Lilith: You do so.
Frasier: All right, I do.
Lilith: Well, you're not getting any. Oh, Frasier, isn't it enough that I'm doing it to your mind?