Lilith: Mother, Frasier and I have spoken, and there's something I have to tell you about my wedding.
Betty Sternin: Oh, I just can't wait to see my little girl married. I am so sorry I missed it the first time!
Lilith: I can't wait either, Mommy.
Betty Sternin: Come along. We've got a lot to do.
Lilith: I'll be right there, Mommy. [to Frasier] A lot of help you were, you spineless bastard.

Sam: All that money, huh?
Norm: Yeah.
Sam: Sure will come in handy.
Norm: Yeah.
Sam: You could probably pay off all your outstanding debts, huh?
Norm: If I had any, Sam. Not me. Own my own house, own my own car, no plastic, do not believe in debt.
Sam: So I'm beginning to find out.

Man: Rebecca Howe?
Rebecca: Why yes. And who are you, stranger?
Man: You wouldn't remember me. I was a customer here many years ago. I had a couple of beers and couldn't pay for them and this bar was kind enough to run me a tab.
Rebecca: Two beers? And you did not pay for them?
Man: That's right, Miss. And I'll tell you why. Shortly after that, I committed a crime of passion and was sent to Devil's Island for life.
Rebecca: Oh, my! Go on, stranger.
Man: For years, rotting in those cells, I was kept alive by but one thought, the knowledge that I owed a debt to Cheers. So under the light of a tropic moon, I escaped and fashioned a crude raft with vines and coconut husks. The rest is unimportant. Suffice it to say, here's three dollars.
Rebecca: God bless you, stranger. Norm, did you hear that?
Norm: How could anyone help but hear that? Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah. Could you keep it down? I'm trying to watch some TV over here!
Sam: How could you even think that someone would be stupid enough to take a hint like that?
Woody: Miss Howe, here's that dollar I borrowed for lunch yesterday. You know you could have come right out and told me instead of having that guy come all the way here from Devil's Island.

Frasier: Oh, my Lord. Is this my Lilith, so... So beautiful?
Lilith: "Beautiful"?
Frasier: And your hair. It's so gorgeous.
Lilith: My face is beautiful? My hair is gorgeous? What's next, I have a cute, little caboose?
Betty Sternin: Watch your mouth, Lilith.
Lilith: You know how much I hate this. I wouldn't have put this horrid paint on my face or worn this atrocious hairdo if my mother weren't emotionally blackmailing me into doing so.
Betty Sternin: "Blackmailing" you? How could you?!
Lilith: Shut up, Mother! It's bad enough I have to be your little girl, I don't have to be his, too. Now, for once in your life, keep your mouth shut and butt out! [Betty cries] I'm sorry, Mother.
Betty Sternin: Oh, no. It's so beautiful! I said the same thing to my mother on my wedding day. The tears, the unhappiness... I wouldn't have missed this for the world.

Lilith: Frasier, I apologize for yelling at you. Now be honest. Didn't you say that I was beautiful and gorgeous only to force a catharsis?
Frasier: Guilty as charged.
Lilith: Then help me get this junk off my face. ["Wedding March" begins]
Frasier: Oh, darling. We don't seem to have time for that right now. As much as I hate it, you'll have to keep it on.
Lilith: Oh.
Frasier: Now listen, let's go out there and say our "I do's" and then I'll haul your cute, little caboose up to the bedroom.
Lilith: Thank you, Frasier. ["Wedding March" continues]
Frasier: Oh, the hell with the "I do's. [kisses Lilith]

Rebecca: Cliff, are you crazy? You've really been stuffing peanuts up your nose? That's dangerous. You could puncture your sinuses, you can even get brain damage.
Cliff: Oh, come on, I've been doing this kind of stuff for years. It's no big deal.
Norm: Yeah, Cliffie, but, uh, but never 11, pal.
Cliff: Uh, yeah, you're right, Norm. Uh, hey, uh, Rebecca, I'm gonna mosey into the poolroom and, uh, pry some of these out. Give me the corkscrew, will you? Thank you.

Debbie: Guess what. I just won this radio contest. I get a weekend trip for two to Atlantic City, all expenses paid.
Woody: Oh, congratulations. Who are you going to take?
Debbie: Uh, I don't know. I just moved to Boston and I don't know a soul.
Sam: [to the guys at the bar] Yeah, yeah, I heard, I heard. [picks up the phone] Oh, thanks very much. That's incredible. I can't believe that. Hey, guys, guess what. I just won a radio contest.
Debbie: You're kidding. I did, too.
Sam: Really? Yeah, you know, Atlantic City, free trip, the whole works.
Debbie: That's the same here.
Sam: Really?
Debbie: Isn't that incredible?
Sam: Well, it, it could be. Only problem is I don't know who to take, you know, two tickets and everything. I wonder what I should do.
Debbie: About what?
Sam: You have kind of a short attention span, don't you? Well, I like that, I like that.

Sam: We're talking about my two tickets and...
Debbie: Oh, yeah, you know, I've got the same problem.
Sam: Yeah, uh, well, you know what we ought to... I'm Sam, by the way.
Debbie: Oh. Sam, I'm Debbie.
Sam: Hi, Debbie, uh... Maybe we should, you know, instead of wasting four tickets, we should just use yours and go together.
Debbie: That's a super idea.
Sam: Yeah, all right. Hey, guys, I'm off to Atlantic City.
Cliff: Boy, those Japanese that say we've lost our ingenuity and the ability to get the job done ought to come to Cheers and have a gander at Sam Malone.

Norm: Sammy.
Sam: Yeah.
Norm: I'd like you to take this, uh, Cliff nostril money and put it on black 17 at the roulette table.
Sam: Black 17. You got it, pal.

Debbie: But, now, what are we going to do with your tickets?
Sam: Oh, I'll probably just, uh, give them away to some strangers.
Debbie: Oh, I'd do that, too, but I don't know any strangers.
Sam: [to the guys in the bar] This is going to be a great weekend.