Woody: Well, how are we going to get in there, Sam? Don't they lock the Garden at night?
Cliff: Oh, hey, Woody, don't worry about those locks. We can get past any one of them, with my trusty Swiss Army Knife. [chuckles] Yeah, I got the big one with the, uh, tweezer-toothpick combo. Yeah.
Woody: That's a beauty, Mr. Clavin.
Cliff: Yeah, thanks, Woody. Yeah, every soldier in the Swiss Army owns one of these. That's why nobody messes with Switzerland. Yeah, I'd rather run buck naked through the neighborhood than be without this baby.
Norm: Why is that always the other option?

Lilith: Frasier, I've got to run. I'm having my photograph taken for a new l.D. badge at the lab.
Rebecca: Are you gonna get your hair done for that?
Lilith: Why on earth should l?
Carla: Well, at least get the tension on that bun checked. I mean, if that baby goes, we're all dead.
Lilith: That hardly seems just coming from a woman whose hair has never seen a greasy pot it couldn't scrub clean.
Carla: Watch it, babe!
Rebecca: Ooh, I'm outta here.
Frasier: Now, now, girls, girls, there's no reason to insult each other. No matter how on the nose either of you might be.

Carla: You guys should be ashamed of yourselves. You're like vampires. Big-butted, do-nothing vampires. And, and now you're trying to make Kevin one of your recruits. Well, I say it's got to stop. I'm not going to let you screw up his career.
Sam: Oh, come on, lighten up, will you? It's just Kevin's getting a little carried away with bolts, that's all.
Carla: Yeah, sure, Sammy. Today it's how many bolts are in the floor. Tomorrow they'll have him onto "If the Brady Bunch crashes in the Andes, who's going to eat who first?"
Woody: Well, they'd probably eat the maid 'cause she ain't kin.
Cliff: Well, you know, but if they're smart there, they'll ask her first how she should best prepare herself.
Carla: Stop it!