Rebecca: Sam, I've been in there thinking about Russell. I mean, what's wrong with somebody paying attention to me? I mean, so he loves me, is that a crime? I'm gonna go talk to him. Somebody cover for me.
Carla: Cover for what? You don't do anything around here.
Rebecca: Ha-ha. [exits]
Carla: Seriously, what does she do around here anyway?

Woody: There's something different about Dr. Sternin-Crane. I can't put my finger on it. Is it her hair?
Norm: Woody.
Woody: No, no. I'll- l'll get it. Her dress? Oh, I've got it, her husband's growing a beard.
Frasier: Did I hear someone mention my beard? That's right, Woody. A beard, the ultimate manifestation of masculinity. Testosterone surging through my face! Every red-blooded man's birthright: hair on his chin. I don't know why I didn't do this before.
Lilith: Because I wouldn't let you.
Frasier: Oh, yes. That's right. It all comes back to me now.

Woody: Hey, Russell, you can stay with me. I got a real nice apartment. The couch almost opens out into a bed. Most days you've got heat and hot water. And it's usually quiet, except the couple next door is off the wagon this week.
Russell: Wow, Woody, that's a great offer, man, but I already made a reservation in this cheap little motel.
Woody: Can I stay with you?