Woody: Well, I'll tell you. She's what guys back down on the farm where I come from would call ethereal.
Frasier: Woody, where exactly was this farm?

Norm: Let me, huh, put these beers on ice here.
Cliff: Yeah, good idea.
Norm: It's not too cold in here, buddy.
Cliff: Oh, yeah, yeah, I noticed that, Normie. I think it's the, uh, amalgamator valve. I've been meaning to strip it down, check out the engine, you know. I think I better put, uh, some more Freon in the regulator, too.
Woody: Or else you could just turn this little dial to cold.
Cliff: Well, yeah, if you're you know, you want to take a stopgap approach.

Cliff: Listen up, everybody. Clifford Clavin has decided to make a major life change.
Carla: Don't bother. You'd be a dorky woman, too.
Cliff: That's a good one, Carla. A good one.
Norm: All right, Cliffie. What's up, bud?
Cliff: There's a new condo complex going up on my route. You know, one of those places filled with beautiful people having the time of their lives. I said to myself, Clifford C., you'd take to that place like a fish takes to water.
Carla: All slimy with your eyes bulging out?
Cliff: Shouldn't you be squatting in a field somewhere, Carla?