Frasier: Sam! Sam! Sam, stop it. Relax. Listen, don't let your anger get the better of you. That's the worst thing you can do in a business situation.
Sam: Well, maybe you're right. I don't know. It just... You know, it seems to me like he's turning our bar into well, into something Diane would have liked.
Frasier: All right, Sam. You hold him, I'll hit him.

Norm: Um... Excuse me, I was, uh... I was sitting, uh... sitting there?
Man: Oh, there was no one here when we came in.
Norm: No, I mean, yesterday. And I mean, really since the Ford administration.
Man: We're just waiting for our table up in Melville's.
Norm: So you'll move?
Man: Look, there's lots of other stools.
Norm: Um... [chuckles slightly] Um... [clears throat] Look, uh, um... Sounds kind of silly... I'm, uh... I'm Norm.
Man: I'm Jeffrey, and this is Hillary.
Woman: Nice to meet you. What do you do, Norm?
Norm: I sit there.

John: Well, Mr. Malone, since we're going to be neighbors, I brought a little gift for your tavern.
Sam: Oh! Look at that. Hey, all right. It's a welcome mat with a duck on it. Look at that. Well, we've never really used a doormat before.
Carla: Well, not counting Clavin.
Sam: Do you, uh... Do you think this kind of thing goes in a sports bar?
John: Oh...
Woody: Well, back in Hanover, duck hunting is considered one of the manliest of sports. We used to do it all the time.
Sam: You- You actually shot ducks, Woody?
Woody: Oh, no. It was just an excuse for the guys to get together and drink hot cocoa and blow those little quacker dealies, right? I had the best one. I made it out of a Good and Plenty box.
John: He's cute. Does he come with his own dueling banjo?