Cliff: Oh, here's Sam.
Carla: Oh, come on, Sammy. Hey, Sammy. Sammy, open up. It's freezing!
Sam: Hey, what are you guys standing around for? How come somebody didn't let you in?
Carla: I left my keys home.
Sam: Oh, no, I was counting on yours.
Rebecca: I left mine in the office. Hurry up! It's cold!
Sam: Well, how are we gonna get in here?
Norm: 'Morning, everybody.
All: Norm! [keys jangling]
Norm: Sorry I'm late. [enters]

Sam: Sorry I took so long getting here this morning.
Frasier: Sam, you know, this is the fourth time this week that you've been late. As a responsible businessman and the owner of this bar, you owe it to yourself to stick to a more responsible schedule, you know.
Cliff: Absolutely. If the post office ran its business the way you run yours... Never mind.

Frasier: Sam, do not touch those scissors to that card!
Sam: I got to do it, Frasier.
Frasier: You do not!
Sam: Yes, I-
Frasier: [choking grunt]
Sam: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I t-tell you what. Here, take- take my credit cards.
Frasier: Oh, fine! With your $90 credit limit, I can go hog-wild at Monkey Ward's! You have made me look the fool.
Sam: Yeah, I think you've taken care of that all by yourself, Frasier!
Frasier: Oh. So it's come to this, has it? After years of friendship, you proudly pour a tall cup of humiliation. Well, I've had enough, thank you. This is good-bye. You have seen and heard the last of Frasier Crane. From this moment forward, I am never stepping foot in this bar again! I close the iron door upon you!