Tiny: Oh, people. Sheesh. Think they'd never seen a blowtorch scar before. Wow.
Woody: Who took a blowtorch to you?
Tiny: I did. I let myself down. Nobody lets Tiny down.

Sam: Listen, I want to talk to you about the job for a minute. I want you to know it's not that we don't like having you here. It... It's just that, uh, well...
Tiny: Knock, knock.
Sam: I'm sorry. What?
Tiny: Knock, knock.
Sam: Who's there?
Tiny: The dead guy.
Sam: Oh, boy. The, uh, dead guy who?
Tiny: The dead guy that I killed. Get it?
Sam: [laughs] I thought I heard 'em all, man. Oh.
Tiny: So, uh, what were you saying about the job?
Sam: Uh, well, it was just that, uh, we... We were all talking and, uh... We have decided, uh, to make you the Employee of the Month.

Woody: Sam, what gives? I've been working my butt off for you for seven years, and you're making Tiny the Employee of the Month?
Sam: Not, not now, man. l- l'm trying to think of a way to get rid of him.
Woody: Boy, you are one fickle guy.

Carla: Excuse me, excuse me. Wait. Can I just be the voice of reason here and suggest that we keep Tiny. Personally, I think he's a welcome addition to the Cheers family.
Sam: Please, we gotta do this, Carla.
Carla: I get it. This is an ego thing, huh? Right? A handsome man comes into this bar, and you just can't stand it, can you?
Rebecca: Wait, hold it. I've got an idea. I got an idea. Wait, whoa, whoa. Listen, come here. What we do is we tell him that Cheers was built on an ancient burial ground and we scare him out of here.
Norm: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Cliff: Wait, wait, no, I got one, I got one. No, no, listen, this is very popular nowadays. Tell him we have radon gas, very deadly, seeping up through the floorboards, and we're all goners anyway.
Norm: Yeah, okay, what about a bomb threat?
Tiny: What about treating him like a human being with feelings?
Sam: No, that... That would nev- Oh, man, I'm sorry. We never, we...
Tiny: Uh, I'm big, not deaf. I'll go now. Nice working with you folks.

Frasier: Woody, Woody, come to me for a moment here. Listen, when you go home tonight to your wife Kelly... [voice breaking] You treat her right. You promise me. Treat her right. Hell of a woman. If I wasn't married, I'd be all over her like white on rice. That perky little caboose of hers.

Lilith: Frasier? I need to speak with you in private.
Frasier: Oh, no, you don't. I want everyone here to hear what I've got to say to you. Lilith, I realize that it is I and not you who are to blame. Whatever you've done, I'm sure I gave you ample reason for it. I've been arrogant, overbearing, selfish, self-absorbed. I've spent way too much time in this place.
Lilith: I really think we should go somewhere else to discuss this.
Frasier: No, Lilith, so you had a fling? So what? I've put all that behind me. I forgive you. And I- I take you back with open arms.
Lilith: I'm sorry, Frasier. I wanted to break it off with Dr. Pascal, but I'm afraid it's more serious than I thought. I think I'm in love with him. And I'm leaving you. [exits]
Frasier: Oh, this is twice today that I publicly made a fool of myself.
Cliff: Oh, you get used to it, Doc.