Cliff Quote #675
Quote from Cliff in Where Have All the Floorboards Gone?
Sam: How come you're not in bed, man?
Kevin McHale: Oh, I couldn't sleep.
Sam: You got a big game tomorrow.
Kevin McHale: I don't care. All I care about are those bolts. So I ran out and got a set of blueprints to the Garden. Find out how many bolts there are in that floor right now.
Norm: Wait a minute. Where'd you get blueprints this time of night?
Kevin McHale: Ah, I know somebody down at City Hall. Kind of a sports legend in this town, huh?
Norm: Oh, yeah?
Cliff: Yeah, all right. Oh, hey, gee, there, I'm sorry, Kevin, but these are the blueprints for the new Garden that they're building.
Kevin McHale: No.
Cliff: Yeah, yeah, you see, there should be a mailbox right there.
‘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.