Sam: Come on. It's a golden opportunity. We can win this time. We can steal all of Gary's best ideas and use 'em against this new guy. And you remember how Gary's always going first? We can learn from that. We can move first ourselves.
Frasier: Very good, Sam. As that famous prankster Santayana once said, "Those who do not learn from history are condemned to repeat it."
Woody: You got that right, Doctor Crane. Back in high school I was condemned to repeat History three times. By the way, the same goes for Mathematics.

Carla: [phone rings] Must be the agent. Hello?
Sam: Carla, hi!
Carla: Sam?
Sam: How you doing?
Carla: Terrible! We're stuck out here in the middle of nowhere, waiting for someone to pick us up.
Sam: You're all alone?
Carla: Yeah, for about 200 miles.
Sam: Wow! Is it cold?
Carla: Yeah, Sam, I'm cold. I'm freezing. I'm thinking about hugging Clavin.
Sam: Boy, what a shame. Hey, listen, honey, you remember, uh, last Halloween when you guys pulled that hilarious stunt on me making me think that Gary was dead and that I was responsible for it?
Carla: Yeah.
Sam: Well... gotcha!

Woody: Oh, that's all right, Dr. Crane, we all get scared. For example, when Mr. Clavin sees that clown outside the car wash, he starts screaming at the top of his lungs.
Cliff: I got a phobia, okay? Let me tell you a story here about a sweet little eight-year-old called Cliff Clavin. On his eighth birthday, his ma hires a clown. Great idea, right? Except for one thing. None of the other kids show up. So here I am with this clown for five hours. Just me and him, back and forth... "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." I keep screaming, "Enough, enough," but, no, Ma wanted to get her money's worth.