Norm: What's wrong, Sam?
Sam: Diane is gonna marry Frasier tomorrow afternoon in Florence.
Carla: Oh, Sam, free at last!
Carla: Hey, Carla, how about a little sensitivity? Can't you see the man's broken up.
Sam: If Diane says she's in love with Frasier and wants to marry him, well, I'm happy for her. She got what she wanted.
Norm: Maybe not. Maybe she called so you could talk her out of marrying him.
Sam: No, she wanted to gloat.
Cliff: Oh, I think Normie's right here. She wanted you to tell her you care for her.
Sam: You bet. So that she could laugh in my face. But I didn't fall for her little trick, so I get to laugh in her face. [laughs] Hear me? I'm laughing. [laughs] [exits]
Norm: The man is a rock.
Carla: From the neck up.

[As Frasier comforts the sobbing waiter]
Frasier: Oh, hello, Diane. I was just ordering the chef's special.

Diane: So what took you so long?
Diane: Oh, Frasier, I was overwhelmed. I needed a little time to myself. Now I know what my answer was all along. Yes, I'll marry you.
Frasier: Diane, you've made me so happy. Finally, something has gone right. Tonight is perfect.
Diane: Yes, it is.
Waiter: I'm sorry, we tried to stay open but the people in the kitchen can't go on. They're not taking Luigi's death as well as I am. Please, accept our apologies. Here is the bill.
Frasier: The bill? For what?
Waiter: Sir, I'm not interested in squabbling with you on this night. [rips up the bill] Here, are you satisfied? Go back to Pittsburgh, USA. Keep your money for your cowboy boots and missiles. [exits]
Frasier: This place is overrated!

Carla: Sam, she's gonna try to change you. You can't be something you're not. You're a hound. You were born a hound. You'll always be a hound. You live for the hunt.
Sam: People change. Hounds can change.