Robin: Have I caught you at a bad time?
Rebecca: No, you caught me just in time.
Sam: Excuse me. Listen. Hi, Sam Malone here. Will you do me a favor and come back in about an hour? We're about to close a very important deal here.
Robin: Oh, yes. I beg your pardon.
Rebecca: No, no. Please come in. Sam and I can resume negotiations momentarily.

Rebecca: You know Robin Colcord... Colcord Investment, Colcord Foundation of the Arts, Colcord Plaza on Fifth Avenue.
Sam: Oh, small world. I used to date a secretary who worked there. Do you know a small blonde named Angela? I don't remember her last name.
Robin: I'm sorry. You'll have to be more specific.
Sam: Looks great in black boots.
Robin: She sounds like one of ours.

Miles: Mr. Colcord, it's time.
Robin: Oh, yes. Thank you. I do seem to have made a little mess here. Will you get someone to clean this up? In fact, I'd like to buy you another one.
Rebecca: Oh, it's just an old blotter.
Robin: No, I meant the desk.
Rebecca: [excited] OK.
Miles: I'll see to it, sir.
Robin: Thank you.

Sam: Anybody see if that English guy left yet?
Woody: He just took off.
Sam: Oh, yeah? All right. Fellas, fellas, here we go. Now remember, nobody opens this door even if you hear screaming. Especially if you hear screaming. [goes into Rebecca's office] Rebecca. Rebecca? [comes out] Rebecca?

Sam: Well, hey, look who's back. My God, you look fantastic.
Rebecca: I wanted to apologize for running out on you like I did.
Sam: Oh, yeah, that. Well, that was kind of sudden, but we all managed around here. I just hope you had a good time.
Rebecca: No, Sam, I mean because you and I were about ready to...
Sam: Oh, yeah.
Rebecca: Then we didn't.
Sam: Well, that's nothing to feel sorry for.
Rebecca: No, please, Sam, accept my apology.
Sam: It was no big deal.
Rebecca: Please accept my apology. For me.
Sam: All right, I will, for you.
Rebecca: Well, don't do it for me. Do it for you.
Sam: I don't care.
Rebecca: Thank you for ruining a perfectly wonderful day.
Sam: If it means that much, then apologize.
Rebecca: Oh, I bet you'd love that.
Sam: Oh, how many do you have to score with before you understand just one?

Rebecca: Sam, I need to talk to you.
Sam: What's up?
Rebecca: Well, it's a personal thing about my relationship with Robin. I haven't told anybody, but I need somebody to talk to.
Sam: Oh, no. He's married, isn't he?
Rebecca: No.
Sam: Gay?
Rebecca: No, no, no.
Sam: Well, what is it? You can tell me.
Rebecca: All right. I think it has something to do with this.
[After Rebecca peels of her face to reveal Al, Sam wakes up in bed:]
Sam: I hope that was a dream.

Sam: All of a sudden, she reaches down to her neck, and she peels off her face, and there's Al there. I woke up in a cold sweat.
Lilith: So you never did get to finish the dream?
Sam: No. I was awake by then, so I switched on movies till dawn. They were showing the one with Buddy Hackett and the ducks. So of course I was up the rest of the night then.

Cliff: Hey, Sam, you know, Norm and I've been talking here, and we come up with a third possible interpretation of that dream.
Sam: Yeah? What's that?
Norm: You don't want Rebecca, you want Al.
Frasier: I think we can safely rule that one out.
Al: Amen.

Sam: Oh! I can't believe this, you didn't go to bed together. Why not? What's wrong? Is he married?
Rebecca: No.
Sam: Is he gay?
Rebecca: No.
Sam: You're not going to peel your face off?
Rebecca: What?

Sam: Of course, I know why you didn't go to bed with him. Because every time you're with Mr. Wonderful, you're thinking, I should really be with my dream man, me.
Rebecca: Wrong! The timing just wasn't right.
Sam: Yeah, because of me.
Rebecca: No, because of circumstance.
Sam: Circumstances named me.
Rebecca: Shut up.
Sam: Me.
Rebecca: Not you.
Sam: Not him.
Rebecca: All right, if you want to know why, Mr. Smarty pants?
Sam: You know, isn't it funny how whenever you think of me the word "pants" pops out of your mouth? Me, me, me, me, me, me me, me, me, me, me, me...