Norm: Oh, uh, hello, Diane.
Diane: Norman.
Carla: Excuse me, miss, aren't you confusing this bar with the one where everyone isn't repulsed by your presence?

Sam: What do you think you're doing?
Diane: I'm going to work. I'll probably stop working when we get married, but I need a little money for my trousseau. Who knows when the first little Malone will come along?
Sam: Yeah, how do I say this clearly enough to register with you? I'm buying everybody a drink in this bar to seal the fact that you and I are through forever.
Diane: Oh, come on, Sam, come on. Nobody believes that. Well, go ahead. Ask them.
Sam: Yeah, all right, I will. Hey, turn around here for a minute, guys. Now, after everything I just said, do you think that Diane and I will ever get back together again?
Norm: Could I have my drink before I answer?

Sam: Hey Woody, didn't you say you'd been to this, uh, Le Petit Orange Restaurant?
Woody: Yeah.
Cliff: Hey, Woody, you been to that, uh, fancy joint, eh?
Woody: Yeah, a couple of times. Yeah?
Sam: Yeah, well, how was it? Did they treat you well?
Woody: Oh, I didn't eat there. I just went in to use the men's room.
Sam: Well, the... The restaurant part, did it look like a a nice romantic place to take a lady?
Woody: Well, who could tell, Sam? It's real dark in there, and they got this guy running around playing a violin.
Sam: Oh, no. I bet they got those pictures of those guys that are half men, half horse, too, right?
Woody: I'm glad you said that, Sam. I thought I was seeing things.

Sam: I've been racking my brains all day trying to find a place that's out of the ordinary and classy for dinner tonight.
Carla: How about a nude barbecue?
Sam: No. It's kind of dangerous with all those sparks.
Carla: Oh, right.

Cliff: Uh, well, what's the occasion there, Stretch?
Sam: Well, let's just Let's just say it's a special evening for a special lady.
Carla: Ooh! Get out your scorecards, boys. Sounds like Sammy's back in action.
Cliff: Yeah! Yeah!
Frasier: l, uh, take it this means you've terminated your relationship with Councilor Eldridge.
Sam: Ooh, yeah, in-in the dumper.
Cliff: Well, gentlemen, in memory of the Councilor, may I suggest we lower our cocktail napkins to half mast, huh?
Norm: Yes, let's not forget the traditional 21-peanut salute.
Sam: Oh, no.

Sam: Uh, thank you, Woody, but I'm looking for a place to take someone, a- a very special place. As a matter of fact, come here. Can you keep a secret?
Woody: Can I keep a secret? You still don't know Carla leaves early on your night off, do you?
Sam: Good, good. Listen, I'm only telling you this because I- I like you, and I and I trust you. I'm thinking about proposing.
Woody: Oh, well, Sam, I'm flattered, but... You probably don't mean me, huh?
Sam: We'll talk later.

Diane: You've chosen the most beautiful spot in which to anchor. Everything's absolutely perfect. This is the most wonderful idea any man ever came up with. [chuckles] Who came up with it?
Sam: Come on, give me some credit. I have an original thought now and then.
Diane: You're right. I'm sorry. Was it Frasier?
Sam: Actually, it was Cliff.
Diane: Well, okay then, don't tell me.

Diane: Sam, if you'll stop that for a moment... [shouts] If you'll stop that for a moment, I'll try and explain my answer. Are you done?
Sam: [o.s.] Maybe.
Diane: All right, then. As it happens, I came out here with every intention of accepting your proposal but when you spoke of Janet, I had this enormous pang of doubt. "What if wanting to get married "is a knee-jerk reaction to losing her? Does he want me or just someone?" Oh, Sam, I want it so much, but I have to be free of doubt before I can say yes.

Frasier: Look, Sam, you've been through an emotional meat grinder. My best advice to you is get away, relax reflect on what's happened.
Sam: You know, I still have the boat rented for a couple of days. I guess I could sail up to Marblehead.
Frasier: Great. Cool it out there.
Sam: Thank you. You know, maybe I'll work on the old tan.
Frasier: Terrific. It'll be just what the doctor ordered, Sam: sun, salt air, ocean spray in your face. I know I- I wish I could come with you.
Sam: Well, I wish I could ask.
Frasier: I understand.

Frasier: Sam! Thought you were on the high seas.
Sam: Yeah, well, I changed my mind. I decided the best way to forget about Diane was to start dating some babes long on legs and short on syllables.
Frasier: Sounds like a good plan, too.
Sam: Besides, I ran into an old friend of mine, Monsignor Demarest. He needed to relax a little bit, so I sent him out to Marblehead on the boat.
Frasier: Oh, my God!
Sam: What?
Frasier: Nothing. [chuckles] Nothing.