Rebecca: Hey, Sam, is what I heard true? You got a new Ferrari?
Sam: No, Volare.
Rebecca: Ooh.
Sam: Hey, Sammy is still Sammy. Babes are still babes. And I don't need a fancy car to catch them. As a matter of fact, when I was pulling up here, there were a couple of twins that couldn't take their eyes off me. Fellas, twins ahoy. Hello, lovely ladies. Can I help you?
Jennifer: Are you the man we just saw getting out of a Volare out front?
Sam: Little passion beige number? Could be. Could be.
Veronica: My God, it was him!
Jennifer: And he admitted it!
Rebecca: I wonder who your Corvette's dating tonight.
Sam: I got to get my car back.

Man: Is Sam Malone here?
Carla: He'll be back in a minute. Can I give him a message?
Man: Well, I wanted to let him know right away. I got his test results back. I'm afraid he has serious blockage.
Carla: Oh, my god, his heart?
Man: No, his fuel line. I'm Sam's mechanic.
Carla: Oh, my God. It's the Corvette. Why couldn't it have been his heart?

Sam: Hey! Forget you! I don't need that car to catch babes. I could sell that car today if I wanted to. In fact, if I did, I'd have a down payment on Cheers, here. And pretty soon, I'd have a roomful of babes. And where there are babes, there are guys buying drinks. Before you'd know it, I'd be rolling in dough. Pretty soon, I might be able to afford a Corvette. That's it. I'm selling the sucker.

Woody: Why don't you just hire someone to help you?
Rebecca: Right, Norm. Hire an assistant.
Norm: Yeah?
Rebecca: Look here. All right. If you double your work force, and you divide total man hours in half, that's equals a 50% work reduction for you and profits will go up proportionately.
Norm: Whoo!
Sam: Good idea, Woody.
Cliff: Yeah, good one, Woodman.
Woody: Thanks, guys.

Rebecca: What about my part?
Sam: What part was that?
Rebecca: The part where I took Woody's vague, inane seed of an idea and made it blossom. Remember?
Cliff: Oh, shame on you, Rebecca. Trying to bump Woody out of the spotlight.
Rebecca: All Woody did was say get help. I'm the one that made it work.
Cliff: If you say so.
Rebecca: I did say so.
Norm: I don't know, Woody.

Sam: Oh, there you are. Well, I did it. I put the corvette in the paper. Pretty snappy, huh?
Carla: "For sale... Corvette. Meet chicks." I like that.

Rebecca: Hey, Norm, I hear business is good.
Norm: Yeah, I guess.
Rebecca: You guess? Word is you hired 3 new people, and you're shuttling between two jobs. It just goes to show you what good business advice is when it comes from a professional.
Cliff: Rebecca's still trying to take credit for Woody's idea, huh?
Rebecca: It was my idea.
Woody: Oh, sure it was, Miss Howe. You thought it up all by yourself.

Norm: Hey, whoa, fellas. Shouldn't we be over at Shannon's, you know, painting? I don't want to be a slave driver or anything, but I thought maybe we could get around to that second coat today. [the guys laugh] No, I mean, we did get the first coat, didn't we? [the guys laugh] Damn! I cannot believe those guys are going off to the Prudential building right now.
Carla: They're really a bunch of goof-offs, aren't they?
Norm: I'll tell you, man, everybody knows the Hancock building is panty hose heaven, man. The wind whips right up...

Norm: [on the phone] Rudy, yes. I've been trying to get a hold of you all afternoon. Look, man, I got... You're kidding! Well, that's great! Hey, you guys! My crew just won great seats for the Patriots game. They've been on the phone all day to WGAZ. That's fantastic, Rudy! But listen, Rudy, man, not to randomly change topics or anything, but did you guys get any work done today? Uh-huh. Well, I suppose that area by the phone needed about 8 or 9 coats. Yeah, just keep it up. [hangs up] I should have never listened to Rebecca. Let's face it, man. I'm incapable of bossing anybody around. I wish I could hire somebody else to be the damn tough guy.

Rebecca: Norm, wait a minute.
Norm: What?
Rebecca: Before you order, I think you should get your business in order. Now, it's important that you straighten out this employee deal before it goes any further. Don't you think, Woody? [Woody nods]
Norm: If you say so, Woody. I'll call the guys back.