Paul: [o.s.] [knocking] Hey, guys, I know you're having a party in there. Let me in.
Dr. Pascal: Who's that at the hatch?
Sam: That's nobody, nobody important.
Dr. Pascal: We'll see about that. [opens door]
Paul: So what's the big secret? What's going on?
Rebecca: Paul, we're being held hostage!
Paul: Fine, then don't tell me.
Dr. Pascal: Get with the others.
Paul: Actually, I don't belong with the others. I- I never quite fit in. Ask anyone.
Rebecca: No, he doesn't.

Dr. Pascal: All right, Lilith, if you want to play the waiting game, I'm prepared to play along. I give you just ten minutes to make up your mind. If you won't leave with me then, I start shooting.
Frasier: And this is the man you wanted to marry?!
Lilith: Who says I wanted to marry him?
Frasier: Two days ago, I got a Mail-gram saying you wanted a divorce.
Dr. Pascal: Correction, I sent that Mail-gram. I thought that with you out of the way, Lilith and I would be free to spend the rest of our lives together. But then Lilith escaped. By the way, it was very clever of you putting that Papier-mâché bust of yourself in your cot. I must admit, I kissed it more than once before I got wise. You have nine minutes left.

Carla: Hey, I got a plan. Come here. Lilith, Lilith, here's the plan. Okay, you go back to the Eco-pod with Pascal.
Lilith: And then what?
Carla: And then the plan's done.

Lilith: Don't panic. I know Louis. He's a little upset right now, but he's essentially harmless. He won't do anything that would cause anyone any harm.
Dr. Pascal: The hell I won't! I'll shoot everyone in this bar if I have to to get you back!
Cliff: Listen, okay, okay. All right, all right, I got it. How about I sob uncontrollably and... and lose control of my bodily functions?
Norm: Cliff, is that a plan?
Cliff: No, actually, it's more of a warning.

Sam: You're a psychiatrist. Talk to the man. You must be trained in some kind of technique.
Frasier: I was afraid somebody would bring that up. All right, all right. I do recall taking some sort of an oath once.
Sam: Good luck. Good luck.
Dr. Pascal: Keep your distance, Crane!
Frasier: Okay. l, I just want to talk to you, Louis. Do you mind if I call you "Louis"? Listen, Louis, l... I've been there. I've felt the hurt. I've felt the abandonment. I've felt what it's like when a woman tears your entire life apart. Believe me, I've been there, my friend. Even just looking at Lilith now brings back all the pain and the torment I've suffered every second for the last six months. Please, put the gun down, Louis. See, I got through it. So will you. Just put the gun down.
Dr. Pascal: Nice speech, Crane, but get out of my way or I swear to God you're gonna be the first one to go!

Lilith: Frasier do we have any chance for reconciliation?
Frasier: I'm sorry, Lilith, but no. I just can't go through this again.
Lilith: I understand. And I'll respect your wishes. Frasier, you know, I hadn't realized just how deeply I'd wounded you until I heard what you said to Louis. All I can say is please don't hate me forever. I'll check into a hotel. Maybe we can meet tomorrow and sort out the... [clears throat] divorce proceedings.
Frasier: I think that would be best.
Lilith: [high-pitched sobs]
Sam: What's that sound?
Lilith: [sobs continue]
Carla: Sounds like she's got a pretzel stuck in her throat.
Frasier: As hard as it may be to believe, that is the sound of my wife sobbing.
Lilith: [sobbing continues]
Sam: Hey, say something, will you? Just make her stop.

Frasier: I'll handle this. Now, Lilith, I'm just gonna say this once, so hear me.
Lilith: [sobbing continues]
Frasier: No matter how much you sob, no matter how much you plead, we are not going to Venus.
Lilith: Oh, Frasier!
Frasier: Welcome home, Lilith.
Lilith: Oh!
Woody: Boy, that's beautiful.
Norm: Start pouring, Wood.