Annie: You know, Sam, I was just thinking about us last night as I was in the tub shaving my legs and pumicing the dead skin off my knees and elbows and waxing my...
Sam: Uh, is- Is there a point to this?
Annie: Do I have to say it? Can't you just feel it?
Sam: Would you stop that? This is silly. Now, just-
Annie: Of course it's silly, but love is silly, isn't it? Romeo and Juliet were silly in a mad, passionate way. Are we silly, Sam? Are we?
Sam: Y- You maybe, but I'm not. Listen, young lady, I happen to be a very close friend of your mother-in-law, and out of respect, I'm ending this conversation right now.
Annie: You can end the conversation, Sam, but you can't end the feeling.
Sam: Honey, I'm flattered, but this is nuts. I mean, I... You know, I'm old enough to be your fa- youthful uncle, all right? I mean, when- When when I'm 60, you're- You're gonna be 22. Oh, my God, that can't be right. Uh... All right, uh... All right, when I'm 60, uh, well, you'll be looking pretty good, actually. Um... So, why don't you call me when I'm 60?

Anthony: Hey, knock it off! All right, you, outside. You're gonna get what's coming to you.
Sam: I am not going outside with you, Anthony.
Anthony: Not you. Her. I mean, come on. You're twice as big as me. Hey, but you stay away from her, if you know what's good for you.
Sam: Thank you for the warning. Come on, Annie. Let's go.
Annie: Why should I listen to you?
Anthony: Because I happen to be the new Assistant Night Manager at Burger Burger Burger.
Annie: You got a job? Hey, an important job.
Annie: When I tell people to chop lettuce, they say, "How high?" And now, I am telling you, Missy, if you don't come with me this instant, we're through forever.
Annie: I am so totally turned on right now, I could spit.
Norm: Well, I guess it's true what they say: power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Annie: A uniform doesn't hurt, either. Can you wear it all night?
Anthony: Oh, maybe the hat.

Woody: Boy, Sam, lucky for you, he got that job, huh?
Sam: Lucky? Hell, I got him that job. I traded in a few favors and got him in.
Woody: Wow.
Sam: As a matter of fact, are you interested in buying a secondhand car with this giant hamburger on top?
Woody: Five-speed or automatic?

Laurie: Uh, Miss Howe?
Rebecca: Yes, Laurie, dear?
Laurie: Well, uh, Mr. Drake is dropping by, and I was wondering if I could just break away for a for an early lunch.
Rebecca: Lunch. Is that the fashionable term for it these days?
Laurie: No, I think I've always called it lunch.
Rebecca: Well, you just run along with Mr. Drake to your lunch, and don't eat so much, you can't walk back.
Laurie: Okay. Excuse me, Sam. What did she mean by that?
Sam: Oh, she's, uh, under a lot of pressure nowawdays. I volunteered to help her release some of it, but she...

Cliff: Oh, Normie, do my eyes deceive me, or is this the start of girl-fighting season?
Norm: Luckily, we have our, uh, luxury box seats just in time.
Cliff: That's right. They cost a little bit more, but they're worth it.

Laurie: Miss Howe, if it's more convenient, I'll just take my lunch break one hour-
Rebecca: Listen! Let's just cut the crap here, all right? I know how you got hired here, and I know what your relationship is to Mr. Drake.
Laurie: You do?
Rebecca: Well, give me credit for having an ounce of a brain. You can tell me to go to hell, but there's something I have to know. Do you love Evan Drake?
Laurie: Well, yes.
Rebecca: I see. [voice cracking] And does he love you? Does he love you?!
Laurie: Well, of course he does.
Rebecca: Well, then there's only one thing left to say. [slaps Laurie] Oh, my God. Oh! [shrieks]
Cliff: Oh, damn, it's a knockout.
Norm: Didn't even get to any hair-pulling.

Evan Drake: What the hell's going on?
Rebecca: Mr. Drake.
Laurie: Daddy.
Rebecca: D-Daddy?
Sam: Daddy?
Norm & Cliff: Daddy. [both walk away]
Evan Drake: What happened?
Laurie: Oh, I think she hit me.
Evan Drake: You hit my daughter?
Laurie: No, I'm fine.
Rebecca: Yes, I did, but it was an accident. I have a nerve disorder.
Evan Drake: A nerve disorder?
Sam: Yes, she... She was dropped as a child on her...

Rebecca: And you better stand back, because I just never know when it's gonna go off. [hits Sam]
Sam: Ooh.
Rebecca: Aah. See? I'd better get back on that medication.
Evan Drake: Are you all right, baby?
Sam: I'll be all right. Thank you.
Evan Drake: I mean her.

Rebecca: So, uh, Laurie's your daughter. Why didn't you tell me, kiddo?
Laurie: Well, Daddy said not to.
Evan Drake: I didn't want her to have any special treatment. I want her to know what it feels like not to be the boss's daughter.
Rebecca: What a fabulous idea. And so smart of you not to tell anyone who she was.
Sam: Do you have any cotton in your office?
Evan Drake: Yeah. Let's put some food in my baby, huh?
Rebecca: Again, again, please accept my apology, and it was so nice to see you, Mr. Drake. [offers her hand]
Evan Drake: If you don't mind, I'll wait till after you've had the medication.

Carla: Hey, everybody, I'm back.
Cliff: Hey, Carla.
Norm: All right.
Carla: Anything new since I've been gone? [baby cooing]
Norm: Mm, no, not much.
Cliff: Uh, well, nothing special. [baby cooing]
Norm: Yeah, yeah.
Cliff: How about yourself?
Carla: The usual.