Lilith: Oh, no. I forgot the marshmallows for the hot chocolate.
Dorothy: That's okay, we'll use the ones for the s'mores.
Lilith: Then what will we use for the s'mores?
Dorothy: Why don't we just skip the s'mores?
Lilith: You've been trying to get rid of the s'mores since we've started.
Dorothy: No, I haven't.
Lilith: You most certainly have...

All: Surprise!
Carla: What the hell are you doing here?
All: We're having a slumber party!
Lilith: That's right, Carla. Hold on to your hat; the gals are here.
Carla: Eddie, get the gun.
Lilith: Now, Carla, we know you're down, but being alone is no way to deal with depression.
Dorothy: You need your friends around you.
Carla: Good idea. Who the hell are you?
Dorothy: Dorothy. Dorothy Greenberg.
Carla: Well, listen, Dorothy, Dorothy, get the hell out of here, and take all this crap with you.

Eddie LeBec: Look, if you're not gonna do this for yourself, will you do it for me? I can't live with you like this anymore. Look, sweetie, gi- give it a chance, would you? Come on, give it an hour.
Carla: [sighs] Look, if I do this, would you and the Supremes promise to leave me alone, get off my back? We promise. All right, let's get the thing over with.
Lilith: Let the slumber party begin.
Eddie LeBec: I'm going to take off for about an hour, then I'm gonna come back and help you clean up after you have all your wacky gal fun.
Carla: Bring body bags.

Rebecca: Why don't we just move to the pillow fight? [hits Carla with a pillow]
Carla: Do that again, and they'll be tracing you in chalk.
Rebecca: Uh-oh, Carla. I saw the corners of your mouth twitching. Are there little elves pulling on them? Up.
Up. Oh, here they go again. Are you trying not to smile?
Carla: No, I'm getting ready to spit on you.

Cliff: Yep, in a little under an hour, Hector "The Hammer" Rodriguez will be nailing Julio "The Hasbeen" Rodriguez into the canvas on our new TV.
Norm: Cliffie, in your dreams. I say "The Hammer" goes down in five rounds.
Cliff: You're on.
Frasier: I say three.
Pete: Two.
Cliff: All right. Get some money up here.

Woody: Hang on here. How can I hook this up to watch the tape if I don't know how to hook it up?
Cliff: Uh, two minutes.
Norm: No.
Cliff: Who had two?
[Frasier collects his winnings]

Sam: Listen, guys, uh, that was Rebecca. Uh, slumber party's gone sour. Let's go help her out.
Cliff: Wait, wait, Sam, what about the fight?
Sam: Oh, come on. You think Woody's gonna be able to fix that? No one but Carla can hook up a TV around here. So we'll go cheer her up and bring her back.
Norm: Don't be so harsh on the kid, Sam. Have a little faith here.
Woody: Wait a minute. What are all these wires?
Norm: Party's gone sour, you say.

Rebecca: Look, Carla. Lilith's hair is coming out nice.
Carla: Yeah, in clumps.
Rebecca: Carla, do you want me to fix your hair, too? What do you say?
Carla: I say your hour is almost over.
Rebecca: Right. Um, let's see what's next on the list? Ooh, good! We get to tell scary stories.
Carla: You want to hear a scary story? I'll tell you a scary story. My life, that's a scary story.
Lilith: Wonderful, Carla! Okay, who's next?

Sam: You're gonna be all right?
Carla: Yeah. I appreciate what you tried to do, Sam. I'll be okay, you know? You know, something always comes along, some little something, makes everything work out. But I got to find it myself. You can't do it for me.
Sam: All right. You know my number. [exits]
Cliff: [enters] Sorry, Carla, l, uh... [clears throat] just forgot my jacket. [ripping sound] Darn these pants. Why do they keep doing this? I had them fixed.
[As Cliff shuffles out of the room trying to cover his behind, Carla breaks out laughing]

Norm: That means we'll be able to watch that world welterweight championship bout between Hector "The Hammer" Rodriguez and Julio "The Hacker" Rodriguez.
Hugh: Who do you think's gonna win?
Norm: My money's on Rodriguez.