Sam: Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, that was easy. Wait, uh... Let's try some more compromises here. Um, I want to sleep with you 25 times, but you don't want to sleep with me at all, am I right?
Rebecca: Right.
Sam: Okay, so what's half of 25?
Rebecca: Your l.Q.?
Sam: Wait, uh... please. Um, I'm a little sensitive about people making fun of my intelligence.
Rebecca: I'm sorry.
Sam: That's all right.
Rebecca: But I wasn't making fun of your intelligence.
Sam: Good.
Rebecca: I was making fun of your lack of intelligence.

Frasier: Please, Lilith don't you think you could forgive me?
Lilith: I don't know. At this moment, my feelings for you are ambivalent. I need to sort them out. I'm going to go out and wander the streets aimlessly. I'll take my usual route.
Frasier: You know, I have an idea, Popsicle. Uh, why don't I run upstairs and make us a nice warm, soothing bath, hmm?
Lilith: Well, Mr. Bubble does always cheer me so.
Frasier: Once begun, it's half done.

Woody: Sam, I found an apartment.
Sam: Hey, good for you, Woody.
Woody: It's got everything I ever wanted.
Sam: What's that?
Woody: A living room and a bedroom.
Cliff: Dare to dream there, Woodman.
Sam: Isn't this in Chinatown?
Woody: I don't think so, Sam.
Sam: Well, yeah, I think it is. Did there seem to be a lot of Chinese restaurants around?
Woody: Yeah, I guess.
Cliff: And, uh, a lot of, uh, signs hanging hither and yon in Chinese there?
Woody: Yeah, come to think of it.
Norm: Yeah, lots of Chinese people walking around on the street, I suppose.
Woody: Yeah, but that could just be a coincidence, you know? I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll call my landlady. If anyone would know, Mrs. Chung would.