Roxanne Brewster: Fine. 'Cause I don't want any part of it.
Carla: Hey, go ahead. Desert me. Just stay down there because I don't want her to see you. You'll ruin everything.
Kathy Settuducato: What are we supposed to do back here until she leaves?
Carla: Find some way of amusing yourselves, okay?
Kathy Settuducato: Okay.
[As the women duck back down behind the bar, the pull Sam down with them.]

Frasier: Well, may I proceed with my labor or would my precious like to perform the task of getting heat in this place?
Diane: No, no, please finish, my reason for living.
[As Frasier sticks his head in the vent, Diane taps on it with a stick. Frasier pulls his soot-covered head out of the fireplace]
Frasier: You spoiled little conniving... treasure.

Norm: Two beers, please, Sammy. One for me and one for my buddy, Cliff. You recall Cliff, the fella who's in the john without this.
Sam: Oh, the latest letter from his Florida flame, huh?
Norm: Uh-huh. It fell out of his pocket while we were playing pool.
Sam: Oh, what a shame. You know, we should get that back to him as soon as possible.
Norm: And indeed we will, Sammy. But just as soon as he gets out here. In the meantime, I think it's imperative that we hold the letter thusly.
Sam: Why?
Norm: Well, because if you were to hold it the other way, say like so, it's an accident waiting to happen. [the letter falls out] Witness.
Sam: You know, I think we got a problem here. The trick is going to be to get that letter into this envelope without reading it.
Norm: I'm game.
Sam: Yeah, why don't you?
Norm: It no longer fits, Sam.

Cliff: You know, there's one way you could make it up to me if you want.
Norm: What's that?
Cliff: Read me the letter again. You know, the spicy parts.
Norm: "My dearest Cliffie, I want you..."

Sam: Oh, boy, look at that, will you? I'm late.
Carla: Oh, you got a date?
Sam: Yeah.
Carla: Well, I know you don't like to keep them waiting. Go ahead. I'll clean up.
Sam: Oh, thank you, Carla. I thank you and Debbie thanks you.
Carla: I think you're going out with Janet tonight, bean brain.
Sam: Oh, well then Janet really thanks you.

Carla: [to an electric razor] I wanted her as much as you did.
Drusilla Dimeglio: [enters] Oh, good. Someone's here.
Carla: It's her. Can I help you?
Drusilla Dimeglio: I think I dropped my wallet here.
Carla: Well, let me find it for you. Let me see. [gasps] I got it.
Drusilla Dimeglio: Oh, thank you.
Carla: Not so fast. I have to be absolutely sure about this, you know. What's your name?
Drusilla Dimeglio: Drusilla Dimeglio.
Carla: Drusilla Dimeglio? [hands over the wallet]
Drusilla Dimeglio: Oh, thank you.
Carla: Do you believe in fate, Drusilla Dimeglio?
Drusilla Dimeglio: Well, I never thought about it.
Carla: Well, why don't you sit down and we'll have a little talk about it? I think you'll find it interesting.
Drusilla Dimeglio: Well, I'm kind of in a hurry.
Carla: Ah. One chair. No waiting.