Frasier: Well, as it turns out, you can now watch your game with a clear conscience. I won't be doing that show after all.
Diane: What changed your mind, Frasier?
Frasier: Well, Dr. Foster had to cancel, and, uh Dr. Sternin is going to take his place.
Diane: Lilith Sternin?
Cliff: You mean that-- uh, pardon my French-- woman you once dated?
Frasier: That's a rather charitable description, Cliff. Well, I just hope they can find someone to replace me as readily as they did Dr. Foster.
Carla: Can't handle debating a woman, eh?
Frasier: A woman, yes. An ice cube in heels, no! Look, I have no intention of entering a debate with those cold, gray eyes and those clever, smirking lips. I'd rather clip my nails in a Cuisinart.

Lilith: Good afternoon, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: Dr. Sternin. What a lovely surprise.
Lilith: I hope I can regard that as civility in light of today's situation, rather than sarcasm at my expense.
Frasier: No, that was completely at your expense.
Lilith: You know, I wasn't going to do today's show when I heard you were the other guest, but then I realized I'd relish proving my superiority over you in public.
Frasier: Yes, that appeals to me, too.

Woody: Okay, the tank's full, and the gear's all loaded. I got everything you could possibly need for a fishing trip.
Cliff: Uh, Woody, look, uh, we're right in the middle of the game, huh?
Woody: I got a battery-operated portable TV in the car.
Norm: We got a few beers to finish here yet, buddy.
Woody: I got a cooler full icing down in the trunk.
Cliff: Yup, I think the kid's outlasted us, Norm.
Woody: Hot dog! Look out, trout! [laughs] Hey, if you guys don't mind, I'll do the driving.
Norm: All right, I got shotgun.
Woody: Wouldn't it be more sporting to use a fishing pole? [laughs] Oh, this is gonna be great!