Rebecca Quote #441
Quote from Rebecca in Where Have All the Floorboards Gone?
Lilith: My motive, of course, was to please Frasier. But this evening, after dinner, he laughed so hard, cappuccino ran out of his nose. Rebecca, you're a friend. Does this permanent make my hair look utterly ridiculous?
Rebecca: No, not at all. I think it's a delightful change.
Lilith: So do l. Damn that Frasier! For a moment, he had me believing I was a laughingstock. Thank you.
Rebecca: Don't mention it. What're friends for?
Carla: How can you just stand there, staring at that hairdo and not bust a gut laughing?
Rebecca: [voice straining] No problem.
[Rebecca lifts up her arm to show she has placed her hand in a mouse trap]
‘Where Have All the Floorboards Gone?’ Quotes
Quote from Cliff
Woody: Well, how are we going to get in there, Sam? Don't they lock the Garden at night?
Cliff: Oh, hey, Woody, don't worry about those locks. We can get past any one of them, with my trusty Swiss Army Knife. [chuckles] Yeah, I got the big one with the, uh, tweezer-toothpick combo. Yeah.
Woody: That's a beauty, Mr. Clavin.
Cliff: Yeah, thanks, Woody. Yeah, every soldier in the Swiss Army owns one of these. That's why nobody messes with Switzerland. Yeah, I'd rather run buck naked through the neighborhood than be without this baby.
Norm: Why is that always the other option?
Quote from Lilith
Lilith: Frasier, I've got to run. I'm having my photograph taken for a new l.D. badge at the lab.
Rebecca: Are you gonna get your hair done for that?
Lilith: Why on earth should l?
Carla: Well, at least get the tension on that bun checked. I mean, if that baby goes, we're all dead.
Lilith: That hardly seems just coming from a woman whose hair has never seen a greasy pot it couldn't scrub clean.
Carla: Watch it, babe!
Rebecca: Ooh, I'm outta here.
Frasier: Now, now, girls, girls, there's no reason to insult each other. No matter how on the nose either of you might be.
Quote from Norm
Norm: [enters] Mornin', everybody.
All: Norm!
Sam: Hey, what's goin' on, Normie?
Norm: It's my birthday, Sammy. Give me a beer, stick a candle in it. And I'll blow out my liver.