Jim McNulty: You know, I'll never understand people like you. You got no conscience, no sense of community, no interest in keeping our neighborhood beautiful.
Cliff: If you, uh, want to beautify the neighborhood, why don't you stay indoors?
Jim McNulty: Yeah, at least I don't live with my mother.
Cliff: I don't blame you; I've seen your mother.
Jim McNulty: Yeah, my mother's a saint.
Cliff: Yeah, Saint Bernard.
Jim McNulty: Oh, yeah? [Cliff runs away as Jim comes towards him] Forget it.
Cliff: [returns as Jim leaves] Ah, I'm outta luck. Somebody's already using the pool table.

Rebecca: How's business today?
Sam: Oh, pretty slow. Me and the guys just sitting around talking about where everybody went to college.
Rebecca: You were?
Sam: Well, I was wondering what it would be like to go to college.
Rebecca: Well, picture a place with 20,000 people all acting the way you do.
Sam: Sounds like fun.

Sam: Listen, uh, where did you go to college?
Rebecca: The University of Connecticut. [all laughing] Am I missing something here?
Norm: No, no, no, no, not at all. We, uh, we're just, uh, such big fans of their football team, you know, the fighting... insurance salesmen.

Esther Clavin: So how was your day?
Cliff: Ah, okay, Ma. Oh, our neighbor, Nut Butt McNulty stopped in Cheers today. He was, uh, circulating some kind of petition.
Esther Clavin: The one to stop development?
Cliff: Yeah.
Esther Clavin: I signed it. [plates clatter]
Cliff: You did?
Esther Clavin: Well, who in his right mind wouldn't? Besides you, of course.

Cliff: [spluttering] Ma, we- we- we're for progress here.
Esther Clavin: Clifford, if we don't stop these people, we could lose our home.
Cliff: Well, it's probably about time we got out of this rattrap anyway.
Esther Clavin: Clifford. This "rattrap" is where you, for want of a better term, grew up. I think it's time somebody looked at the scrapbook.
Cliff: Aw, come on, Ma. Not the scrapbook.
Esther Clavin: Yes, Clifford, the scrapbook. Misty watercolor memories of the way we were.

Esther Clavin: Oh, look, there's your favorite hiding place in the closet.
Cliff: Yeah, yeah.
Esther Clavin: You used to be in there for hours.
Cliff: Yeah. Well, that's 'cause you always locked the door on me, Ma.
Esther Clavin: Well, look at the result. You're a very polite young man.

Cliff: Yeah, yeah, that tree is like a brother to me, Ma. Just imagine, you know, something that I planted, and I nurtured, is gonna be there for future generations to enjoy.
Esther Clavin: Unless they chop it down to put up a Jiffy Lube.
Cliff: Come on, Ma, they wouldn't do that, would they?
Esther Clavin: They'll do that as soon as look at you.
Cliff: Well... Oh, Ma, no, they won't.
Esther Clavin: Oh.
Cliff: No, Ma. They're not gonna cut down my tree! A-and they're not gonna touch this house either! And they're not gonna take our land!
Esther Clavin: That's my boy. Where are you going?
Cliff: Well, it may sound a little bit silly and all, Ma, but, uh I'm gonna go out there and sit in my tree.
Esther Clavin: You go right ahead. [to herself] Never fails.

Frasier: All right, stop everything. I've got a major news flash. I just had lunch with Miss Howe's former college classmate and it seems that she had a nickname at UConn.
Sam: Give, give.
Frasier: Well, he wasn't sure how she came by this appellation, but it seems that at some point during her little sojourn there, she became known as "Backseat Becky." [all laughing]
Woody: Boy. What do you suppose that means?
Cliff: Woody. What that means is when Miss...
Carla: Cliff, Cliff. Why don't you let someone who's been there, tell it? Wood, she likes to do her cushion pushin' on four wheels.
Woody: Miss Howe? Really? You know, uh, back where I come from, we used to say something about girls like that.
Carla: What?
Woody: "Let's date 'em."

Rebecca: All right, all right. If you insist on an explanation, I will give it to you. You know how sometimes as a joke, you call someone the exact opposite of what they really are? Well, I was really shy in college, so my friends thought it would be a huge gas to call me "Backseat Becky." [faint chuckle]
Sam: Well, it's simple, it's, it's logical, and we don't believe it for a second.
Carla: Wait a minute. I- I believe her. Us virgins have to stick together.
Rebecca: I told you the truth. If you don't want to believe it, fine, just believe whatever you want. [goes to her office and instantly comes back out] All right, here's the real truth. I was very aggressive in college, a real go-getter. I never took a backseat to anyone.
Sam: No. No, no.

Esther Clavin: Clifford, would you tell this gentleman, please, we're not selling our house?
William Cronin: I was just trying to make an offer on your house, and your mother won't listen.
Cliff: Well, that's because she has got more sense in her bony little frame than you have in your little finger. Reverse that. You are not going to run the Clavins off our land. I don't care what you offer us, you just can't put a price on love, family and our memories.
William Cronin: Take it or leave it: $250,000.
Esther Clavin: $200 and... Oh, my God, we're rich.