Cliff: Doc, you gotta help me. I mean, it's all happening so fast. One minute, I- I'm leading my life. And the next minute, before you know it, I'm standing in a line down at the marriage bureau with a bunch of other people waiting for a license. I looked into their eyes. You know what I saw? The smell of death.
Frasier: Aren't you exaggerating just a bit?
Cliff: Oh, no. Fras, when I was a teenager, I used to work at a slaughterhouse. And I watched them when they brought them in, and I watched them when they took them out. But I've never seen nothing like that.

Esther Clavin: So, you see, the entire region might more accurately be described as "The Bermuda Rhombus".
Cliff: Well, thanks, Ma.

Cliff: Ma, you know, this is all happening so fast. I mean, here I am going to marry Margaret, I don't even remember proposing.
Esther Clavin: No. If we waited for you to propose, I'd never be a grandmother.
Cliff: What are you talking about?
Esther Clavin: Oh, dear. I was afraid of this. I think we'd better have a little talk. Woody! Two whiskeys, and leave the bottle.
Esther Clavin: Now, I don't want you to think that I'm looking forward to this but with your father out of the picture [breathes deeply], it's one of those crosses I'm going to have to bear, along with many others. Now, when a man and woman love each other very much, they share a very special kind of hug. [drinks] Ooh... ah!
Cliff: Ma, look, you don't have to tell me all this stuff. I already know.
Esther Clavin: All right, who's the dirty mouth who's been telling my son these things?
Norm: [raises his hand] Only, um... Only I used a different word for "hug."
Esther Clavin: Here's a pamphlet to fill in the many gaps left by lover-boy over there. Read it. Read it before your wedding night.
Cliff: "Howard's New Feelings".