Cliff Quote #691

Quote from Cliff in Go Make

Sam: Say, Fras, uh, you know, if you have trouble getting rid of that reservation, I sure know a couple who've been under a lot of stress and fighting a lot lately, and, you know, they could benefit from a, a nice weekend in a hotel.
Cliff: Thanks for thinking of us, Sammy.
Norm: Yeah. Listen, uh, I just got to run home and get my travel iron real quick.
Sam: I'm not talking about you guys. I'm talking about me and Rebecca.
Cliff: Yeah, stupid. You should have thought of that.
Norm: You made the same mistake, pal.
Cliff: Boy, we- we really could have used that weekend.

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Quote from Paul

Paul: Hey, you guys ever hear of something called the Polar Bear Club?
Cliff: Uh...
Paul: Well, it's great. We used to do it all the time where I grew up. Bunch of guys get in their cars. They drive down to the ocean. They strip down to their skivvies and they run right into the water.
Cliff: Uh, I was thinking more of a, uh, belching contest.
Norm: Oh, I don't know, uh, loudest or longest?
Paul: Fine. Fine, but you guys don't know what you're missing. Now, when we were kids we didn't care if it was January or February, we just jumped in that ocean and swam. It felt great. It was like we scored one against winter.
Woody: Hey, if it's good enough for Mr. Krapence.
Frasier: Well, are we up to it, men?
Cliff: All right. Well, uh, well, it's one of the earthly thrills I haven't tried yet. Let's do it!
Guys: [chanting] Polar Bear! Polar Bear! Polar Bear! Polar Bear! Polar Bear! Polar Bear! Polar Bear... [Frasier, Norm, Cliff and Woody march out of the bar]
Carla: So, Paul, where were you brought up?
Paul: Honolulu.

Quote from Frasier

Frasier: Oh, I sense the mood of the bar. You're all suffering from the winter blues, the shortened daylight hours, the cold numbing weather, the bleak sense of isolation. It's what we in the psychiatric profession call, the jackpot!

Quote from Carla

Frasier: Good afternoon, all!
Norm: Shut the door!
Frasier: Why?
Norm: To keep out the bitter cold.
[Lilith walks in]
Carla: Too late. She got in.