Cliff: I don't know why people get so nutty during weddings. Hey, compared to some cultures, we got it easy. Take the Wanobis in Central Africa. Now, there's a ceremony. See, they get the lovebirds and smear them with a mixture of honey and sweet oil. Then it's off to the anthill.
Norm: [to the security guard] Uh, this man's bothering me.
Cliff: We're talking...
Security Guard: Why don't you come with me, pal?
Cliff: We're going to that little room downstairs?
Security Guard: Yes, yes.

Robin: All right, so, you loved me for my money. Well, what if I were to tell you that I had $6 million stashed away in a money belt before my arrest? Now, would that make any difference?
Rebecca: No. No, it wouldn't.
Robin: I see. [clicks tongue] Well...
[Robin pulls a drawer out of Rebecca's desk, flips it over and removes a black belt]
Rebecca: What's that?
Robin: $6 million. Farewell, Rebecca. [exits]
Sam: [enters] Honey, I hope you don't mind, but I was listening outside. I can't believe you turned down all that cash! You're changing, honey. That was the bravest thing I've ever seen you do!
Rebecca: [sobbing] I thought he was bluffing, Sam! [rushes past Sam] Just let me go!
Sam: No! No! No!

Frasier: Afternoon, everyone. Woody, may I have a beer, please?
Woody: Oh, just a second, Dr. Crane. I'm finishing up this article in Newsweek on genetic coding.
Frasier: Do you understand it, Woody?
Woody: No. Thank God I'm almost finished.
Norm: It says here in Scientific American they've isolated the gene that causes arthritis.
Frasier: What have you got there, Sam?
Sam: Ad for hair conditioner. It says it makes your scalp all tingly.
Frasier: Oh, I'm... I'm glad to see that you're all making an effort to keep yourselves informed.
Norm: Yeah, once a week or so, we do try to keep ourselves up on current events.
Cliff: Okay, gentlemen, toss 'em in. I got a route to finish.