Diane: I think Schopenhauer put it aptly when he said: "Noise is the most contemptuous of all forms of interruption. It is--"
Frasier: Impertinent.
Diane: Excuse me?
Frasier: What you were trying to say was: "Noise is the most impertinent of all forms of interruption." She said "contemptuous," can you believe that?
Al: I thought I'd have a conniption.
Diane: Stop this quibbling at once. As the only two entities of any discernible intellect in this place, it is our duty to set an example for the others.
Frasier: You're only saying that because you know I'm smarter than you are.
Diane: This from a man who mispronounced "remoulade" at a dinner party.
Frasier: Diane, I am fed up with the remoulade incident!
Diane: Isn't it true?
Frasier: You are totally overblowing it.

Diane: Frasier, I really don't think that would be a good idea at all.
Frasier: Of course. I understand. Oh, Diane. I've been putting off telling you something, but I feel I must now. You've been using the word "really" far too frequently. In fact, it's become really noticeable. It's really quite maddening, really.
Diane: Frasier, I know you're disappointed that I didn't accept your invitation, but I really-- I don't think that's any reason to get on my case.
Frasier: "Get on my case." What a charming bit of slang.
Diane: Frasier, nitpicking at my choice of the correct modern English does not make you any more attractive to me. If that's the purpose in your visits here, perhaps you should find another tavern in which to bore the life out of the clientele.
Frasier: Oh, I'm so sorry to disappoint you, Miss God's-Gift-to-Men. It just so happens that I come here to share the companionship of my male friends. So, men, what's on the agenda tonight?
All: Football.
Frasier: Oh, good Lord. I mean, "Rah."
Diane: Using a colloquialism to ingratiate yourself with the rabble? How very sad. How really very sad.

Sam: Hey, Woody, you know, if you win this, that's gonna make three weeks straight you've been in the money.
Woody: Yeah, yeah, I guess I'm on a streak. You know, I've always been a lucky guy. Back home I won a haircut.
Norm: The heck kind of contest was that?
Woody: Well, it wasn't really a contest. It was just policy. See, if the barber nicks your ear, you get a free haircut.