Norm: So, Tiny, huh? [chuckles] That's a pretty funny nickname given, you know, how big you are.
Tiny: Why? You making fun of my name? You think I got a joke name? Do you think I'm some kind of joke?
Norm: Tell Vera I loved her.
Cliff: Hey, wait, ho! Excuse me here. Tiny there, my main man. Hey, uh, step into my office. I'll take care of this, Normie. You see, Tiny, uh, you know, calling you "tiny," a guy of your, you know, girth, uh, is what we in the comedy profession call a juxtaposition. Right?
Tiny: Yeah.
Cliff: Juxtaposition. See, it's, uh, calling a calling a a bald guy "Curly." Fat guy "Slim." Tall guy "Shorty."
Tiny: I like that. You're smart.
Cliff: Why, thank you.
Tiny: No, that's your new nickname. Get it? I made a joke.
Cliff: And a fine joke it is, too, sir.

Carla: So, Phil, what did you do time for?
Phil: I held up a Piggly Wiggly. Can I now get on with my life, please?

Norm: There's the scariest human being I've ever seen in my life.
Cliff: Hmph. Boy. Yeah. Remind me to congratulate the doctor who created him.

Tiny: You Sam?
Sam: Yeah, that's me. Are you Tiny? I'll be right with you.
Woody: Uh, Sam, you ought to think about wearing those reading glasses all the time. That guy's huge.
Sam: No, no, no, no. That's his name. Tiny's his name.

Sam: He was the bouncer at that biker bar. I figure if we're gonna have that crowd in here, I might as well have him around. What do you think?
Carla: Oh, please, Sam. If I promise to feed him, can I keep him?

Cliff: That's nuts. Sam's wasting his money. I could have done that job. Sure, I'm taking karate down at the YW... The "Y."

Rebecca: Lilith, I'm so jealous of you.
Lilith: Excuse me?
Rebecca: Yeah, I- I saw you outside. After seven years of marriage, how do you guys keep your relationship so hot?
Lilith: I don't know what you mean.
Rebecca: Outside, I saw you in the car. You were all over him. Come on, it was great. You were steaming up the windows like a couple of teenagers.
Frasier: [enters from the back room] Well, I've just won five games in a row. When you're hot, you're hot. Oh, hi, Buttercup.
Rebecca: Now that's odd. He's here and I just saw the two of you out in the... Oh, my God.
Frasier: What's the matter?
Lilith: Uh, nothing. Rebecca and I just have to have a little talk in the office. It's private.
Rebecca: Oh, my God!
Frasier: Anything I can help you with?
Lilith: No, I can handle it ably on my own.
Frasier: Well, I'm here if you need me.

Tiny: Is the, uh, TV too loud for you folks?
Sam: Tiny? The TV's not actually on.
Tiny: Then why do I keep hearing the Kill 'Em, Tiny show?

Sam: How you doing?
Tiny: Oh, great, Sam. Listen, and don't you worry. There won't be any trouble in here while I'm around. I just hope somebody tries. Do you want me to tell you what I'm gonna do if somebody starts some trouble?
Sam: Uh, no, actually, I don't think I want to hear that, man.
Tiny: Okay, but I did draw you a picture.
Sam: Well, how can I... Oh, my God. Uh...
Tiny: So, uh, did you want to tell me something?
Sam: No, well, no, no, uh, just, uh, carry on. Carry on.
Tiny: Okay.
Sam: Carla look what this guy drew.
Carla: That's nothing. I got worse than that on my refrigerator.

Lilith: No, I mean I have to tell you something that's rather serious.
Frasier: What is it, Lilith?
Lilith: In fact, I dare say you're gonna find it extremely upsetting.
Frasier: All right.
Lilith: Well, I think we should discuss it at home.
Frasier: No, no, no, Lilith, you just don't tell someone that you're going to upset them and then just let them dangle. Whatever it is, just tell me right now. I'll be upset, then I'll get over it. We can go on with our lives.
Lilith: Please, let's just go home.
Frasier: No, Lilith, I want to know right now.
Lilith: All right, if you must know immediately, I'll tell you. Have a seat.
Frasier: Oh, great. It's... It's "have a seat" bad.