Carla: Great, now I got to work another Saturday night by myself. Sam, you promised you weren't going to boink any more waitresses in this joint unless it was me.

Diane: Frasier, listen to me. Sam needs my help in the bar. If you feel any spark of jealousy, please let me assure you I could side-by-side work with this man for the rest of my life and feel nothing.
Sam: Work? Hell, I could live in the same house with her and never be tempted.
Diane: I could sleep in the same bed and get nothing but a good night's rest.
Sam: I could get out of jail after twelve years, serve on a ship with an all-male crew for another four, be dropped off on a desert island for another three, eating nothing but raw oysters, and if Diane were to walk out of the surf naked one day, all I'd want from her would be the hockey scores.
Diane: And you wouldn't even get that.

Cliff: And then after being in the Everglades a couple of days, Seminole Indians found me and made me the honorary mail carrier of the tribe.