TV Quotes

Frasier: I'll tell you, Woody, the psychiatric profession can really get rough sometimes. I think if I hear one more person telling me about one more problem, I'll explode.
Woody: I know just how you feel, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: Actually, I suppose you do. Our professions are really very much alike. We both have to listen patiently while people unload their grief and suffering. Sometimes it's just more than I can bear.
Woody: I know just how you feel, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: You know, if only I had your ability to listen to a person's problem, sympathize with them, and yet still go on about my business calmly and happily. How do you do it, Wood?
Woody: I know just how you feel, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: You're not listening to me, are you?
Woody: I know just how you feel, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: How about a double scotch rocks?
Woody: Coming right up.

Woody: Boy, Beth writes the greatest letters in the world. I can't wait for you guys to hear this. "Dear Woody, this is the hardest letter I've ever had to write. What I have to say is that I care about you very much, but I'm afraid we can't stay together anymore. You see, I've fallen in love with Leonard Twilley and we're flying up to Niagara Falls on the 20th to be married. We're gonna drop by and see you on our way. l feel I have to explain in person. l hope you understand and find it in your heart to forgive me. See you Saturday. Love, Beth." Well, this isn't quite as good as her usual letters.
Diane: I'm so sorry, Woody.
Woody: I can't believe it. Beth and Leonard Twilley.
Cliff: Woody, today's Saturday, you know. Uh, she could be here any minute.
Woody: Gosh, I'm feeling kind of bad. Listen, if you'll excuse me, I think I'd like to be alone now. [doesn't move] Oh, I guess it'd be easier if I left.

Desiree: Is there somebody here named Woody?
Woody: Yeah.
Desiree: I'm Desiree.
Woody: Uh, just a minute, please. Is it me or does she look different than she did on the phone?

Diane: Woody. I know I got you into this, but it's time to stop. I know Beth hurt you, but she doesn't deserve to be lied to. Besides, would your mother be proud of you if she knew what you were doing? Let Beth know how you feel. I think it would do you both good.
Diane: You're right, Miss Chambers. I guess I owe Beth that much.
Woody: Oh, you won't tell my mother, will you?
Diane: Mum's the word.
Woody: You won't tell my mum, will you?

Cliff: Yeah, you know, he is, uh, right there, Woody. You know, the best way to forget about Beth is go out there, find some skirt, have her, use her and throw her away.
Woody: Maybe you guys are right. Maybe the best way to get over this is to make wild, crazy, passionate love to the first available woman who comes along.
Diane: Woody, don't listen to them. It's not necessary for you to suppress your grief in debauchery. It's important for you to experience it. People grow from intense suffering.
Carla: Yeah? Then how come I haven't grown an inch since I've known you?

Sam: All right, here, here it is, troops. The reason I called you in was to tell you I just got a chance to go up to Moose River to do some fishing with some old baseball buddies.
Diane: Ah, a fishing trip. Another desperate yet futile attempt to forget me.
Sam: No, no, just another desperate yet futile attempt to catch some fish.

Sam: Uh, all right, sit down, sit down. I guess I'm gonna have to make an executive decision here. All right, hold out your fists. There you go. One potato, two potato, three potato, four...
Diane: Oh, Sam, Sam, Sam. This isn't fair.
Sam: It isn't?
Diane: No. Everybody knows that when you do "one potato, two potato" with three people, you end up with the same person with whom you started.
Sam: Oh, yeah, all right. Uh Oh, I got something else here. All right, all right. My dog died last night. What color is his blood?
Diane: What kind of disgusting game is that?
Sam: It's something I played when I was a kid. Now pick a color.
Diane: What for?
Sam: Your dog's blood.
Diane: Oh, this is horrible. You played this as a child? Well, no wonder you're so disturbed.

Diane: Oh, Woody, here's a letter from Indiana.
Woody: Oh, boy! It's from my girlfriend, Beth.
Norm: So how are things in the great Midwest, huh, Woods?
Woody: Well, let's everybody gather 'round and we'll find out, huh?
Carla: Oh, great, let's pull up the stove, whittle a tetch and chaw some tabacky.

Frasier: Uh, wait a sec, Wood. You know, maybe this is really a blessing in disguise. You see, sometimes in order to achieve maturity, it's necessary to disengage oneself from relationships that keep one's growth rooted in an artificially prolonged period of stasis.
Woody: I know just how you feel, Dr. Crane.

Cliff: Oh, boy, Normie, look at this. Another psychic's head exploded.
Norm: Kind of makes you wonder why anyone goes into that line of work, doesn't it?