Sam: What are you gonna do now?
Carla: I don't know. I gotta get another partner. [loudly] Does anybody here dance? [no response] I should've known better. The only time I've seen any of you dance is when the restrooms are crowded.

Carla: What are you saying?
Nick Tortelli: I'm saying I want you to go to Hawaii with me tonight. Now. Please, Carla. Make this dream of mine come true.
Carla: Tonight was incredible.
Nick Tortelli: Yeah.
Carla: Wow, you and me in Hawaii.
Nick Tortelli: Yeah.
Carla: Palm trees.
Nick Tortelli: Palm trees.
Carla: Sipping mai tais on the beach.
Nick Tortelli: Yeah, mai tais.
Carla: It'd be paradise.
Nick Tortelli: Yeah.
Carla: Wait a minute, wait a minute. What about Loretta?
Nick Tortelli: What about her? She's waiting for us at the airport. [Carla cracks an egg on Nick's forehead] Is that a no?

Cliff: So how's that job-hunt going, Norm?
Norm: Great.
Cliff: Well, hey, you got one, huh?
Norm: Yeah, well. No, no. Vera did.
Cliff: Boy, Normie, don't you feel the least bit emasculated? I mean, isn't it gut-wrenching to watch your wife go off to work every morning?
Norm: It's gut-wrenching to watch Vera do anything.

Norm: I can't believe it. You guys really used to rock out on The Boston Boppers, huh?
Nick Tortelli: Sure. We were the stars. They couldn't stop us. Hey, you remember the host, Floyd Panjeric?
Carla: Yeah, what a dork. Remember that time we pantsed him during the station break? [laughs]

Nick Tortelli: Hey. What are you doing here with Sam? I thought you were coming with Eddie Csznyk.
Carla: Sam happens to be a much better dancer. And he has the grace of a swan.
Sam: Bull swan.

Woody: Uh, Miss Chambers, can I ask you something? You're a girl, right?
Diane: Well, I'm a woman.
Woody: Well, that's close enough. You see, in about five minutes I'm going out on my first date with a city girl, and I'm really nervous about it. You know, I'm afraid I might get tongue-tied and make a fool of myself. [quietly] I don't want that to get in the way of me picking up the babes.
Diane: Et tu, Woody? After only a few months here at Cheers, you're starting to talk like the other reprobates.
Woody: Well, thanks, Miss Chambers, but, you know... That's not enough. I wanna be smooth with the ladies like Sam.

Carla: Boy, just when you think you can't get any older, you go and read the paper.
Sam: Why? What happened?
Carla: Look at this. There's gonna be a reunion of The Boston Boppers.
Sam: Oh, my goodness. Look at that.
Cliff: Who are The Boston Boppers?
Carla: It's not a who, it's a what. Like you.

Diane: Well, you must be very excited about the reunion, Carla.
Carla: I'm not going.
Sam: Oh, how come? I thought you loved that place.
Carla: I did love it. But Nick was my dance partner. That was before we had to get married.
Woody: Boy, they sure have tough dance laws up here.

Carla: We were a great team. We really got along when we were dancing. And when we were dancing, if you know what I mean.
Diane: Yes, it's frighteningly clear.

Woody: Well, why don't you just ask Nick if he wants to go?
Carla: Forget it.
Sam: Oh, come on. You're not gonna pass up all that fun just for a little pride, are you?
Carla: It's not only fun. There's a chance to win 500 bucks and a trip to Hawaii in that dance contest. And we could do it.
Sam: Then what--?
Carla: There's no way I'd call and ask him. And I really don't want anyone else getting any crazy ideas, like calling him in Atlantic City at 555-4397. Well, here I go, out of earshot in the poolroom for about 15 minutes. [exits]
Sam: Oh, Carla.
Woody: Hey, I got an idea. Why don't one of us call Nick?
Sam: That'd be a good idea. Anybody know the area code?
Carla: [o.s.] 609!
Sam: Thank you.