[Cliff is spitting out popcorn as he returns to the car with the bucket wrapped around his next]
Norm: How'd it go, Cliff?
Cliff: Oh, just fine.
Frasier: Cliff, where's my chocolate?
Cliff: You don't want to know.

Norm: Woody, Woody, what are you doing?
Woody: I'm not doing anything.
Norm: Why is the car shaking?
Woody: I don't know.
Norm: Well, I'm not doing anything.
Frasier: Hold it. I know what's going on here.
Cliff: What? What is it?
Frasier: Well, there's a teenager back here with a tattoo in the shape of a flaming skull relieving you of your tires. [power drill whirs]
Cliff: Geez, Ma's gonna kill me.
Norm: What are we gonna do?
Cliff: All right, everybody get on the floor, don't make any eye contact. We might have a chance.

Gus O'Malley: All right, one more time. It's Cheers. The "C" is for...
Carla & Rebecca: Courtesy.
Gus O'Malley: The "H" is for...
Carla & Rebecca: Honesty.
Gus O'Malley: The "E" is for...
Carla & Rebecca: Energy.
Gus O'Malley: The other "E" is for...
Carla & Rebecca: More energy.
Gus O'Malley: The "R" is for...
Carla & Rebecca: Right, Gus.
Gus O'Malley: Which you "S" for "say" when I give an order.

Rebecca: You know, Gus, I- I think what the problem is here that you are just being a little too hard on us.
Gus O'Malley: Well, thank you very much, Miss Howe, for telling me that I have to pussyfoot around my employees. Incidentally, in my day, a woman in the public eye made it her business to look as attractive as possible. What? Have they stopped making lipstick? Am I that old?
Sam: Come on, Gus. Gus, what are you doing, man? You can't talk to them like this, damn it. These are my employees. They're my friends, too. I trained them, and I'm gonna stand by them.
Gus O'Malley: You people are the most thoughtless, lazy bunch of slobs I've ever had the misfortune to know in my entire life! How do you expect to serve the public? You people have taken the good name of Cheers a name I worked so hard to build up and you've turned it into garbage. And if you think I'm a hard worker, you should've known the guy that owned this place before me. He collapsed and died right here in this bar, right there where you're standing this minute! [Sam takes a step back] I realize that I cannot fire the lot of you just because you disgust me. So I'm gonna do the next best thing, and I'm gonna walk out of here. Now, you can have your apron, and you can have your damn bar! [exits then turns back] Sam? Boy, tonight was the most fun I've had in 20 years. Oh, I thank you, all of you, so very, very much. Listen, if you people are ever in Arizona, you got a place to stay. Oh, wait, wait, wait, whoa, whoa, wait a minute here. Here. This is tonight's receipts, you see? The- The cash drawer was full, and that's what's- What's left over. Good night, Sam. Good night, ladies. Good night, Cheers. [exits]
Sam: All right, all right, all right! Okay, let's get a move on. Let's get a move on. I want to see your butts moving, not your lips! Come on! Move it! Move it! Move it! Move it! Move it!

Frasier: Well, thanks for coming to the rescue.
Security Guard: Well, lucky for you they only took the one tire.
Norm: Got the spare on. She's as good as new.
Security Guard: So if you have any more problems, just do what you did before lean on the horn and scream "They're killing us. They're killing us."
Cliff: Well, thank you very much, officer. And, uh, here you go. Little something for yourself.
Security Guard: Stamps? What the hell am I gonna do with stamps?

Cliff: Yeah, I think you hit the tail right on the donkey with that one, Doc. Yes, it's the superficial trappings of youth that we yearn for. We wish for time to stand still, and why? Because we are afraid of our own mortality. Sure. But sooner or later, it's time for men to put aside childish things because, well, they are no longer childs. So, as a great poet once said, "If I were a child"...
Frasier: You know, Cliff, uh, tell you what, before we take off, why don't you get one more look at that, uh, that little popcorn girl you were telling us about?
Cliff: Hey, yeah.
Frasier: Have one more tub of that popcorn.
Cliff: Yeah, you bet.
Frasier: Tell you what, here.
Cliff: Sweet on me, wasn't she?
Frasier: My treat.
Cliff: Yeah.
Norm: Gonna find another parking spot?
Frasier: Hell, no. We're going home.

Cliff: Well, guys, you think Godzilla there is, uh, ferocious with his fire breath and crushing buildings, huh? Wait till you see Ma when she gets a load of this car. I'll be off on the next boat to Rio. You can say good-bye to your old buddy, Cliff, that's for sure.
Woody: Well, sorry about that, Mr. Clavin.