Rebecca: Well, I don't care if you're famous or not. I don't need a bartender. But you're perfectly welcome to come here as a patron anytime. And I personally guarantee you'll be treated with every courtesy. Unless you're waited on by Miss Tortelli.

Frasier: Boy, you know, no matter how many times I come in here, I can't get over how silly you look in that ridiculous outfit.
Woody: Really? I kind of like it. People treat me with a little more respect. And there's another bonus. Saves me that couple extra hours I used to spend every morning picking out a shirt.
Frasier: Yes, that can be very time consuming. Whatever happened to the good old days? Everything was better. Sam still owned the bar. He wasn't out circumnavigating the globe. Yonder sat Diane with a book. Norm and Cliff were permanent fixtures in this place. God, how I miss those hail-fellows-well-met. Where has it gone, Woody?
Woody: Oh, hey, come on, Dr. Crane. It'll be all right.
Frasier: [sniffling] Will it? [blowing nose] "Oh, death in life, the days that are no more." Who said that?
Woody: Who said what?
Frasier: "Oh, death in life, the days that are no more."
Woody: You did.
Frasier: No, no, you see, I mean who said it first?
Woody: Y- You said it both times.
Frasier: You know, you're right, Woody. Some things never change. Especially the simple ones.
Woody: And don't you forget it.

Norm: [enters] Afternoon, everybody.
Woody: Norm!
Norm: Well, that was it, Woody. Last chance; I'm out of here.
Woody: You caught them by surprise. I'm telling you, they'll get it.
Norm: Woody, new crowd's a bunch of stiffs, okay? They're never going to get it.