Norm: Anybody else curious about Hanover?
Frasier: Come on, Norm, I'm sure it's just a a normal, rural, small, little farm town. I'm sure Woody's stories are all greatly exaggerated.
Norm: Want to go there?
Frasier: What, end up as a human sacrifice to the corn god? Thank you, no.

Sam: You think Kelly's gonna be happy in that little place of yours?
Woody: Well, what does it matter? I'm the husband. I call the shots.
Frasier: Isn't that rather sexist, Woody?
Woody: Well you've got to understand. That's how I was brought up. Back in Hanover, the man is the king of the castle. When he gives an order, all his wives have to listen.
Frasier: Wives, Woody?
Woody: Wife. I said wife, singular. [laughs] I mean, the thought that a man could have more than one wife, that's preposterous. I mean, I not to mention illegal. I know that. So do all the citizens of Hanover.

Carla: Hey, guys. Guys, guess what grown-up bar manager is still getting an allowance from her Navy dad.
Woody: Who?
Sam: An allowance, huh? That explains how she can afford a fancy car and that apartment of hers.
Cliff: Boy, imagine somebody getting an allowance at her age, huh? [scoffs] My ma cut me off when I was 30. No ifs, ands or buts, and it hurt, I tell you. Hurt like hell. Oh, but it had a happy ending.
Norm: Made you more self-reliant, Cliffie?
Cliff: Nah, nah, a couple years later, her pension fund went bankrupt. She had to come crawling to me for some dough. Yeah, I just gave her the old horse laugh. What goes around, huh, boys?