Sam Quote #1585
Quote from Sam in I'm Okay, You're Defective
Carla: Why don't you go ahead and look at it? Might be good news.
Sam: Yeah, it might be bad news.
Carla: It might be good news.
Sam: But what if it's not?
Carla: Well, you're not going to know unless you open it.
Sam: I can't. You open it.
Carla: Oh, I couldn't do that. I mean, l couldn't bear to tell you if it was bad news.
Sam: But what if it's good news?
Carla: What if it's bad news?
Sam: You know, this could turn out to be the worst night of my life or the best. And the the only difference is a few lousy words on a piece of paper. Oh, God, you know, this is the rest of my life we're talking about here. I mean, I- I may have a kid to play baseball with. Or I may not. You know, I may have someone to carry on my name, or I may not. Oh, geez! Boy, it's amazing, you know, how much power a little piece of paper can have. You know, maybe this is just one of those things that people should not know.
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Quote from Lilith
[some time in the future:]
Lawyer: I am sorry about the passing of your husband, Lilith. Frasier was a good man, and we will all miss him.
Lilith: Thank you.
Lawyer: Well, I now have the unhappy task of reading your late husband's will.
Frederick: You okay, Mother?
Lilith: Yes. Thank you, Frederick.
Lawyer: "Sam Malone's sperm count is well within normal range."
Lilith: That damn bar.
Quote from Woody
Rebecca: Woody, where's Sam?
Woody: "Woody, where's Norm and Cliff?" "Woody, where's Sam?" Now I know how Mr. Krapence feels. How come no one ever walks in and asks me where I am?
Rebecca: Woody, where are you?
Woody: Don't ask me now. Ask me when I'm not around.
Quote from Frasier
Lilith: Frasier, making out a will is a sensible precaution, and one you've been avoiding for months. We're seeing the lawyer this afternoon, and we have to get these questions answered.
Frasier: Look, darling, I find this entire will discussion troubling. It's not easy to talk about one's mortality. Oh, just the thought of of being apart from you and-and little Frederick... It's well, it's... It's just hard.
Lilith: So, who gets the wok?
Frasier: The wok?! My God, woman, we're talking about death here! My death, your death, the end of everything! Being lowered into the grave in a silk-lined casket!
Lilith: Yes. And?
Frasier: And it's upsetting to mammals like me!