Sam: Hey, Chuck, how's the job search going?
Chuck: I got something, Sam, but I'm not crazy about it. I'm a janitor at a biology lab where they do DNA experiments, making mutant viruses and stuff.
Sam: Sounds like a pretty good job to me.
Chuck: I don't know. Makes me a little nervous, you know, all that weird stuff floating around.
Carla: Ah, hey, don't worry about it.
Norm: Don't sweat it.
Sam: Yeah, of course, they handle all that stuff.
Chuck: Yeah, I guess you're right. Must be getting a little paranoid, huh?
Carla: Yeah.
Chuck: See you later. You know, I feel better already.
Carla: Bye-bye.
Sam: Bye.
[After Chuck leaves, everybody in the bar starts spraying and wiping down surfaces.]
Cliff: Sammy, he used the phone.
[After Sam tosses Norm an aerosol spray to give to Cliff, Carla throws Sam a cloth to pick up Chuck's glass without touching it]

Coach: I'm sorry, Lisa, but the time has come for me to put my foot in my mouth and tell you you cannot marry this man. I mean, you absolutely, positively cannot marry this man. Che una cosa impossibile.
Lisa: Daddy, I've never heard you talk like this before.
Coach: Well, now you have. And I'll tell you something, I don't like this guy Roy, and I don't like Charlie Spikes, and you can't marry either one of them.
Lisa: Look, Daddy, I'm not dumb. I know Roy's abrasive, I know he's insensitive, and I know he's probably only marrying me so he can get the Pennsylvania territory.
Coach: But why would you want to marry a man like this?
Lisa: Daddy, isn't it obvious to you?
Coach: Nothing's ever obvious to me.

Lisa: Daddy, don't make me say this.
Coach: What? What?
Lisa: I wanna be married and I wanna have children. Roy is the first man that ever asked me to marry him and I'm afraid he's gonna be the last.
Coach: Oh, come on, honey, there must have been dozens of young fellas that proposed to you.
Lisa: No, Daddy, wake up. Roy is the first one ever.
Coach: But you're so beautiful, so...
Lisa: Beautiful? Daddy, you have been saying that I'm beautiful ever since I was a very little girl. But look at me. Not as my father. But like you're looking at me for the first time. And please try to see me as I really am.
Coach: Oh, my God, I didn't realize how much you looked like your mother.
Lisa: I know. I look exactly like her, and Mom was not... comfortable about her beauty.
Coach: But that's what made her more beautiful. Your mother grew more beautiful every day of her life.
Lisa: She was really beautiful.
Coach: Yes, and so are you. You're the most beautiful kid in the whole world.
Lisa: Thanks, Daddy.