Rebecca Quote #244
Quote from Rebecca in The Improbable Dream (Part 1)
Rebecca: Just please tell me that it's not Sam Malone in my dreams, so I don't have to take a bath with my electric toaster.
Frasier: Well, Rebecca, there are those who believe that dream imagery is basically symbolic. If you subscribe to that theory, Sam could signify any number of things... It could be a need for you to get back in touch with your inner self. It could be spiritual awakening. It could be you and your god.
Lilith: It's Sam.
Frasier: It's Sam.
Rebecca: It's Sam. Oh, god, some evil, disgusting, perverted little part of me is attracted to Sam. I'm going to kill him.
Frasier: Now, Rebecca, it's not his fault. Sam doesn't know what your dreams are.
Rebecca: You're right. And he can never know. Because if it ever, ever got out that I've been having sex dreams all week about Sam, I could never ever show my face in this bar again.
Frasier: Well, fear not. You have confided in professionals. Your trust is sacred.
Rebecca: Thank you.
[As Rebecca, Frasier and Lilith walk away, Sam winds up the shutters next to the booth, where he's been working on the window]
Cheers Quotes
‘The Improbable Dream (Part 1)’ Quotes
Quote from Cliff
Sam: OK, one more thing here. What do you think is going to make her go to sleep faster, Brahms's "Lullaby" or "The Sounds of Spring Showers in a Rain Forest"?
Cliff: You know, Sammy, that question has plagued mankind since the beginning of time. How to lure to our bed the elusive Morpheus, son of Hypnos, known to the sand dwellers of Rome as Somnus. Now...
Norm: If you really want to put her to sleep, Sam, record him.
Quote from Norm
Frasier: Gents, mind my Corona with lime, will you? I've got to see a man about an equine.
Woody: There goes one elegant guy.
Norm: Yeah. Nothing says class like a chunk of fruit floating in your beer.
Cliff: Oh, come on, Norm. It's yuppie nouveau to have a little fruit floating in your beer.
Norm: Call me old fashioned, Cliff, the only thing I like floating in beer is my liver.
Quote from Carla
Carla: If I were Rebecca, I guarantee this would work. Somehow you get me to go to sleep.
Sam: Go on. Go on.
Carla: All right. Now, you sneak into the room, wait until I'm dreaming about you. You're going to know when that is because of the moaning and rolling around.
Sam: "Moaning," "rolling," good, good.
Carla: When I'm just at my most receptive, if you get my drift, you lay a kiss on me that will melt diamonds. I wake up, but I think I'm still dreaming, so I don't resist, and then we make hot and sloppy till the cops arrive.
Sam: Carla, you're a genius. Rebecca's going to go for this in a big way.
Carla: The hell with Rebecca. It was my idea.