Frasier: Well, perhaps I passed judgment too quickly here. This may have some merit in it. It's filled with old standards. It's got, uh, "Someone to Watch Over Me," "All of Me," "You Made Me Love You." [music plays]
Norm & Cliff: [sing] Lollipop, lollipop, oh, lolli-lolli-lolli Lollipop, lollipop, oh, lolli-lolli-lolli, lollipop [Cliff pops] Bah-dum-dum-dum Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli-lolli-lolli, lollipop
Cliff: Normie, Normie, how does, how does this song end?
Norm: I don't know. I think it just kind of keeps going till one of us drops.
Norm & Cliff: [sing] Bah-dum-dum-dum Lollipop, lollipop, oh, lolli-lolli-lolli, lollipop
Frasier: Oh, please! [music stops]
Norm & Cliff: [sing] Lolli-lolli-lolli
Frasier: This is the silliest, dopiest display we've ever witnessed. And if you want to make a pop, you do it like this. [pops]

Sam: Honey, I think this is great. There's something you ought to know before you get married.
Rebecca: What is that?
Sam: I have this strict policy about going to bed with married women. So this weekend is your absolute last chance to have me again.
Rebecca: I don't think so, Sam.
Sam: All right. All right. Stupid policy. Uh, how about the weekend after that?

Rebecca: Lilith, I can't believe you did this. Nobody's ever thrown a party like this for me before.
Lilith: Turnabout is fair play. You gave me my bridal shower three years ago.
Rebecca: Oh, yeah, but Lilith, I just threw that together. I really didn't put any thought into it at all.
Lilith: That would explain the napkins that said, "Mazel tov, Si and Effie Kupperman."
Rebecca: I got a break on those when Si Kupperman skipped town with his secretary.
Lilith: How lucky for me.

Cliff: Boy, these Mylar balloons are a public hazard.
Paul: What do you mean? [grimaces as he realizes he invited Cliff to talk]
Cliff: Well, Mylar is a form of metal, Paul, and if you release these things they get caught up in the high-tension wires; they cause an arc, sending a shower of sparks all over the place, and it hey, it could put out the lights of a whole city block.
Norm: All right.
[Norm, Cliff and Paul head for the door with their balloons]

Frasier: Gentlemen. If I may, I would like to propose a toast to the woman of the hour, the reason we're all gathered here at this wonderful party. To a very special lady, who, I must say, has a glow tonight like I've never seen before.
Rebecca: Thank you, Frasier.
Frasier: Oh, pipe down. I've gotta finish this toast to Lilith or she'll kill me. To Lilith.
Woody: I'd just like to say, it's a really beautiful day. And this is a really nice party and if I'm ever lucky enough to be married, I hope it's to someone just like you. To Lilith.
Lilith: This is more attention than I got at my own shower.

Lilith: [to Frasier] She didn't mention my name.
Rebecca: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I'd like to make another toast.
Lilith: She's going to bail herself out.
Rebecca: To Robin.
Norm: Robin.
Lilith: Strike two.
Rebecca: Wait, wait, wait, wait. One more. I feel like I'm leaving somebody out.
Lilith: Here we go.
Rebecca: To me, and to my happiness.
Lilith: Okay, Frasier. That's it. Get your coat.
Rebecca: And of course to Lilith.
Lilith: Oh, Rebecca, you didn't have to. Frasier, put your coat down. We're not going anywhere.

Paul: Okay, everybody, uh, give me your attention. A couple of the guys have put together a song for the future Mrs. Colcord. Hit it.
Cliff & Norm: [high-pitched singing] Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli-lolli-lolli Lollipop, lollipop, oh, lolli-lolli-lolli Lollipop, lollipop Oh, lolli-lolli...
Frasier: Excuse me. Paul, shut that thing off. My wife is throwing a lovely shower here. The least you can do is show a little respect.
Cliff: [high-pitched] Aw, Fras, we're just giving a gift of music here.
Frasier: Some gift. And singing with those stupid voices an even stupider song. What's, what is that song even supposed to mean anyway?
Cliff: [normal voice] Well, it's, uh, it's about this girl and, uh...
Norm: [normal voice] Lollipop.

Frasier: All right, if you must sing, why don't you sing something a little more appropriate to the occasion? Now, look, here's here's a lovely song: "Isn't It Romantic?"
Norm: Yeah, it's kind of slow, isn't it?
Cliff: Yeah, you don't get to make any funny noises in it either.
Norm: Yeah, really. He calls that a classic.
Frasier: Well, of course it's a classic. It has a, a rare beauty. It's a... a haunting imagery, an enchanting melody.
Cliff: Oh, yeah.
Frasier: Excuse me, and it goes, Paul, something like this. [sings] Isn't it romantic? Music in the night A dream that can be heard Isn't it romantic Moving shadows paint the oldest magic word [Norm and Cliff singing high-pitched] I hear the breezes playing In the trees above...
Norm: [high-pitched] You're right, Fras. It is a lovely song when sung properly. [Frasier pops Norm's balloon] Killjoy.

Rebecca: This is great "champlagne." Did you hear me? I said "champlagne." I meant to say "champlagne." [laughs] I said it again! [snickering]
Sam: I think maybe you've had enough.
Rebecca: No, no, no, no, I want to make a toast. Please? To "champlagne"! [laughs] No, no, no, I'm kidding. To my sweet baby, Robin. We may not have much, but we have each other.
Carla: Then you don't have much.
Rebecca: Hit me again, Sam.
Sam: Oh, no, I think you've definitely had enough.
Rebecca: Sam, I'm toasting!
Sam: You no- You're toasted plenty.
Rebecca: Sam, I'm not through toasting. I want to toast love and I want to toast commitment! And I want to make a toast to my whole [sobbing] stupid, stupid life!
Frasier: [sings] Isn't it romantic Merely to be young
Rebecca: Shut up and leave me alone!
Frasier: [talks] Hey, would you cut me some slack? I've had no formal training!

Sam: Oh, I don't I don't think she wants to talk to me. Why, why don't you go over and see how she's doing, Carla.
Carla: Yeah, great, I'll do that! And while I'm there, you can take my kids to go see Smurfs on Ice.
Sam: All right. I'll go see her.