Sam: Oh... oh, my God.
Fire Marshal Dobbins: Mr. Malone. Everything's under control. The fire's out, no one was hurt. It was basically confined to this end of the bar.
Sam: Oh... Oh, this is terrible. How did... This is my bar. Oh, man. Oh, oh, yes, wait a minute. [laughing loudly] Oh, thank God! Whoo! [laughs] This is great. This is really good.
Fireman: I'm sorry?
Sam: Gary, you know, from Gary's Olde Towne Tavern? Oh, we're doing always doing pranks like this, you know. First, he makes the bar look like it burned down, and then he gets you guys to go along with it. You are very good. Whoo! Come on, lighten up, will you? Come on, Gary! Come on out. Hey, you know, time to push the button, make everything go back together again, Gary. Gary! It's not Gary, is it?

Frasier: Have you told Sam how the fire started?
Rebecca: Oh, yeah, I told him, and, uh, he kissed me, and he hugged me, and he- he told me what a big person I was to tell him.
Frasier: You didn't tell him, did you?
Rebecca: Of course not, you moron!
Frasier: Rebecca, don't you realize that unless you tell him, your guilt will get progressively worse? You'll start to shake. You'll get the cold sweats, insomnia, nervousness. Suddenly one morning, you'll wake up, and you'll be paralyzed from fear and guilt.
Rebecca: I can live with that. It'll just be like every other Monday.

Sam: Listen, just... Just start cleaning up. You know, we're gonna all gonna feel better if we just start cleaning up.
Carla: You know, I gotta say, Sammy, you're taking this whole thing pretty darn well. Not like some people.
Norm: Oh, the humanity. [crying]
Frasier: Norm, I wish you'd stop saying that. You've got to get a hold of yourself.
Norm: I'm sorry, I... I just... This place means so damn much to me. It's my home. Hell, for the last few years, it's been my life. And the thought of living without it, Sammy...
Sam: Oh, buddy. [Norm hugs Sam]
Norm: Now, I'm gonna be over at Gary's for the next few days, okay? I want you to give me a call when it looks decent, all right?

Woody: Well, it's a good thing this fire didn't spread. It could have been like that fire my great-grandmother's cow started. Darned thing kicked over a lantern, burned an entire city to the ground. Yep. The shame was so great, the family had to move to Ohio and change their last name to Wilkins.
Kelly: But, Woody, you're from Indiana, and your family name is Boyd.
Woody: Oh, well, some stuff happened in Ohio.

Carla: Nice of you to, uh join us, Norm.
Norm: Well...
Carla: Thought you were gonna wait it out at Gary's.
Norm: Well, I was, but then it I came to my senses and realized my place was here helping Sammy. If we all pitch in, we'll have this place back together in no time.
Carla: Gary wouldn't run you a tab, huh?
Norm: No, he was a real jerk about it, too.

Sam: God, man, I'm, um, in a lot more trouble than I thought I was.
Frasier: Rest easy, my friend. I'm gonna take out my check book, and I'm going to write, "Pay to the order of Sam Malone." Then I'm going to fill in an amount that will be more than adequate to bring Cheers back to its former glory. There. I've signed it. Now all we need is the signature of Lilith Sternin-Crane. Oh, she'll put up a fight, the little badger, but this is important to you, so it's important to me. I'm simply gonna go home and demand that she sign it. Yes, demand! I don't care what she says. She will sign it!
Sam: [rips up the check] Thanks, Fras. Uh, you know, I'll probably just go to a bank or something, you know?
Frasier: Oh, thank you, Sam, thank you. There was... no way. You understand.

Rebecca: I know you don't want me here, and I'm going. I just wanted to drop this off. I cashed in my checking account and savings, and, uh, everything I could scrape together. I owe you this. Good-bye, Sam.
Sam: Rebecca, wait- wait a minute.
Rebecca: No. Sam, look, you and I don't have anything to say to each other. You said some things today that you cannot take back, and you really hurt me. And I know that what I did was terrible, but what you did was worse because you did it on purpose. I don't want to ever see you or this bar again. Good-bye.
Sam: Do you want your job back?
Rebecca: [crying] Yeah, I really do!

Cliff: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. [picks up burnt mail bag] Oh, my God!
Frasier: Cliff, was that undelivered mail?
Cliff: Oh, yeah, it was, Doc. Oh my sweet Lord, what a catastrophe. I mean, there could be letters from mothers to sons in there. Social Security checks, wedding invitations. Well, there's only one thing left for me to do now.
Frasier: What's that, Cliff?
Cliff: Get up early tomorrow and stage a Jeep accident.

Rebecca: Hi, Sam. Did you get the loan?
Sam: No.
Rebecca: Oh.
Sam: It's all right, though, you know. It's not the end of the world. Yeah, I've been thinking long and hard. I got a plan here. You know, I figured that if l, uh... If I cash in my baseball pension, you know, max out my credit cards and maybe move to a cheaper apartment, and... well... sell the Vette. A neighbor of mine, Kirby, uh, had his eye on it for a long time, and, uh, he's upstairs right now taking a look at it.
Norm: No, no. Sammy, your Vette?
Sam: Well, I... You know, it'll be all right, um... she'll come back to me. She'll... She'll find me.
Frasier: Like... Lassie?

Norm: Hey, it's not quite 2:00. What do you say we, uh, stop off at Cheers, huh?
Cliff: Won't, uh won't Vera be angry?
Norm: She'll never know.
Cliff: Yeah, well, I guess not. She she sure put away that champagne at the wedding.
Norm: Yeah, she's a big girl.
Cliff: [looks at the back seat] Yeah, she's still out cold, too.
Norm: [sighs] Okay, just don't slam the door when you get out. And remember crack a window.
Cliff: You're a good husband, Norm Peterson.