Carla Quote #1168
Quote from Carla in Take Me Out of the Ball Game
Norm: Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute! Carla's been here the longest. If anyone should take over, it's Carla.
Carla: Oh, no, no, no, not me. I'm the kind of person that doesn't like responsibility.
Norm: What are you talking about? You have eight children.
Carla: Well, I wouldn't if I were responsible.
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‘Take Me Out of the Ball Game’ Quotes
Quote from Cliff
Cliff: You know, there's a lot of misunderstanding about rats or Rodendus vermicitis, as they're called in Latin. It turns out our long-tailed friend wasn't, after all, responsible for the dreaded bubonic plague as alleged through history. No, sir. It's caused by an animal called the bubon. That's right. And the threat, by the way, is still with us. So if anybody does see a bubon contact your local authorities.
Carla: How about if we just see a boob?
Quote from Woody
Frasier: Well, I'd love to stick around and see how things turned out for Sam, but it's time Whiskers and I hit the road.
Woody: Oh, Dr. Crane, before you go, can I see him first? I love rats. We used to have a lot of them on the farm back in Hanover. Kept the barn free of cats.
Frasier: Woody, meet Whiskers. Oh, my God, he's gone!
Woody: Wow, that's a neat trick, Dr. Crane. Now do it with a bunny.
Frasier: No! Oh, no, Woody, you've got to help me find him! If Lilith comes back and I haven't got Whiskers, I'm dead meat!
Woody: You know, Dr. Crane, once, back in Hanover, I wanted to catch some rats and I started playing a flute and a bunch of them followed me out of town. And some children, too. Oh, wait, was that a movie? No, no, it happened.
Quote from Frasier
Lilith: That's not Whiskers.
Frasier: Of course it is.
Lilith: No, it isn't.
Frasier: Yes, it is. Have you gone mad, woman? I'm telling you, I swear to you that this, this rat is Whiskers!
Lilith: My Whiskers was clever and bright-eyed. This rat is sluggish and slow.
Frasier: Well, he missed you. I missed you. I'm sluggish and slow, too.
Lilith: Also, Whiskers responds to the sound of my voice. This specimen shows no sign of recognition whatsoever. Whiskers? Whiskers? See? No response. Where's my rat, Frasier?
Frasier: Lilith, as a scientist and as your husband, I swear to you that this rat is Whiskers. And I must tell you I'm a little hurt by your accusation that I might try to fool you. I look you straight in the eye and I swear to you that this rat here is... He's on my shoulder, isn't he?
Lilith: Come here, Whiskers.
Frasier: Surprise! I got Whiskers a mate! Oh, you lucky rat. Oh! Now he has female companionship. Do I have female companionship?
Lilith: Not for a long, long time.
Frasier: [to the rat] Nice going, mister. Let's see if you're as sluggish in the snake cage.