John Allen Hill Quote #8
Quote from John Allen Hill in Honor Thy Mother
John: Sam?
Sam: God, I hate it when he says that. What? What? What're you gonna nitpick this time? What, am I mixing my drinks too loud? Am I using the wrong kind of lightbulb? Oh, excuse me, maybe some of my bar air accidentally wafted up to your establishment.
John: Sam, you're on the defensive.
Sam: I'm not on the defensive, and you say that again, I'm gonna pull the last three hairs off your head.
John: Sam, I merely came down to apologize for my intrusive behavior earlier today.
Sam: Really?
John: Yes. I know I'd be resentful if someone implied that I should run my business in a particular way. It was out of line for me to do so with you.
Sam: Oh. Well, thank you. I'm sorry, I am a little defensive.
John: Well, no harm done. In fact, to clear the air, I'd like to buy a round of drinks for everyone here. [cheers] Here you are, Sam. [removes coupon books] I think this should cover it. Oh, and I'd like one of your special martinis I've heard so much about. Oh, I'm out of coupons. Well, then, never mind.
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‘Honor Thy Mother’ Quotes
Quote from Frasier
Sam: Anyway, I gave her the day off so she could just go home and cool out, you know.
Frasier: Well, very often that's the best thing you can do when you're not getting along with a family member. Remove yourself entirely from them. Find some neutral place where you can take the time you need to be away from them.
Norm: You really think so, Fras?
Frasier: Well, that's... That's why we're all here, isn't it?
Quote from Frasier
Carla: Well, the dream is always the same. There's a casket on a slab in an empty room. You walk slowly toward it. Suddenly, the lid flies open.
Norm: You see your own face?
Carla: No, you see these feet, 'cause you're looking at the wrong end. Then, you look upward, and there's your own face, pale and bluish with pennies over your eyes. And that's when you bolt up in bed screaming.
Frasier: Carla, death is an earthly scientific passage predicted by either massive physical injury or progressive bodily deterioration. There is as little validity in a supposed death dream as there is in the cliched image of death itself as a grim, bloodless ghoul whose bony finger reaches out to tap you on the shoulder when your number's up.
Lilith: Frasier, it's time to go.
Frasier: [screams] Don't do that, woman! For God's sakes, put on some blusher.
Quote from Carla
Carla: [on the phone] If you're lying to me, I'm gonna rip out your slimy, gray tongue. [hangs up]
Norm: Whoa. Sounds kind of serious.
Carla: It's my mother.
Sam: Well, what's the matter with her?
Carla: She had the dream. [gestures with hands]
Sam: What dream's that?
Carla: The death dream. [gestures] Whenever someone in my family has it, you can just start divvying up the jewelry.
Rebecca: What exactly is this death dream? [gestures]
Frasier: Yes, and, uh, why exactly do you always do this [gestures]... when you say, "the death dream?" [gestures]
Carla: You just did it.
Frasier: Carry on.