Sam: Oh... oh, my God.
Fire Marshal Dobbins: Mr. Malone. Everything's under control. The fire's out, no one was hurt. It was basically confined to this end of the bar.
Sam: Oh... Oh, this is terrible. How did... This is my bar. Oh, man. Oh, oh, yes, wait a minute. [laughing loudly] Oh, thank God! Whoo! [laughs] This is great. This is really good.
Fireman: I'm sorry?
Sam: Gary, you know, from Gary's Olde Towne Tavern? Oh, we're doing always doing pranks like this, you know. First, he makes the bar look like it burned down, and then he gets you guys to go along with it. You are very good. Whoo! Come on, lighten up, will you? Come on, Gary! Come on out. Hey, you know, time to push the button, make everything go back together again, Gary. Gary! It's not Gary, is it?

Frasier: Have you told Sam how the fire started?
Rebecca: Oh, yeah, I told him, and, uh, he kissed me, and he hugged me, and he- he told me what a big person I was to tell him.
Frasier: You didn't tell him, did you?
Rebecca: Of course not, you moron!
Frasier: Rebecca, don't you realize that unless you tell him, your guilt will get progressively worse? You'll start to shake. You'll get the cold sweats, insomnia, nervousness. Suddenly one morning, you'll wake up, and you'll be paralyzed from fear and guilt.
Rebecca: I can live with that. It'll just be like every other Monday.

Sam: Listen, just... Just start cleaning up. You know, we're gonna all gonna feel better if we just start cleaning up.
Carla: You know, I gotta say, Sammy, you're taking this whole thing pretty darn well. Not like some people.
Norm: Oh, the humanity. [crying]
Frasier: Norm, I wish you'd stop saying that. You've got to get a hold of yourself.
Norm: I'm sorry, I... I just... This place means so damn much to me. It's my home. Hell, for the last few years, it's been my life. And the thought of living without it, Sammy...
Sam: Oh, buddy. [Norm hugs Sam]
Norm: Now, I'm gonna be over at Gary's for the next few days, okay? I want you to give me a call when it looks decent, all right?