Sam: So, how come you guys are so chummy, huh?
Norm: Sorry, Sam. Can't talk about it. Kind of private.
Sam: Oh, give me a break. Guys are supposed to talk about girls behind their backs. [Norm swallows hard] Didn't I tell you everything about me and Diane? [Norm shakes his head] Well, now's your chance to thank me.

Frasier: Boy, look at her. What a glow she has. You know, strange as it sounds, there are actually times when I resent being a man.
Cliff: Ah, that's all right, Fras. Sometimes we resent you being one. [Sam laughs]
Frasier: I was referring to Carla's condition. You see, she's able to do something we men never shall: experience the miracle of creating a new life.
Sam: You know, I'll have to admit. I've often wondered what it would like to have another human being moving around inside you.
Woody: Must be spooky, but real neato.
Sam: Yeah.
Cliff: There's probably nothing so awesome in the entire universe.
Frasier: Yes, gentlemen, I'm afraid that we've been relegated to the position of observer. Passive, sitting on the sidelines. Doomed by nature to a life of envy.
Carla: God, feels like there's a dump truck parked on my bladder.
Frasier: Well, then again, nature is wise in her way.

Carla: I am a little worried about the direction this bar is taking.
Sam: How so?
Carla: Well, it just doesn't seem right when the stakes for a game of pool is a round of wine spritzers.
Frasier: Not even the pool room is safe from the encroaching hordes of yuppiedom. How long will it be until we're all suffocated beneath an avalanche of alligator shirts, German cars, and racquetball club memberships? Oh, oh, by the way, Sam, uh, may I have another Perrier with lime?