Norm: Geez. Women. You can't live with them. Pass the beer nuts.

Rebecca: The point is I don't want you talking about me. There's to be no more gossip about my private life.
Woody: [enters] Sorry I'm late from lunch. I made the mistake of mentioning to my waitress that my boss was dating Robin Colcord. She wanted to know if it was true they haven't slept together. You know, it is amazing what happens when you mention that guy's name. I mean, I had all these people swarming around my table asking me all kinds of questions. "Do I know him very well?" "Do I see him often?" "Do I want soup or salad?"
Sam: Yeah, it's tough being a celebrity. I used to get that all the time when I was playing for the Sox. It's a real pain.
Woody: Yeah, you're lucky, Sam. Everyone forgot about you a long time ago. Last time I saw your name in print was two years ago in a crossword puzzle. "Name a former Red Sox player in 15 letters." And even then, I had a lot of spaces left over.

Carla: Don't worry, Rebecca. There's nothing wrong with making a guy wait. It piques their interest. I once made a guy wait until we were both undressed.