Frasier: All right, I will see your nickel and I'll raise you a nickel.
Cliff: Too rich for my blood.
Eddie LeBec: Hey, honey, more chips and dip.
Carla: [o.s.] Right away, sweetheart.
Man: Hey, Ed, what's with the old lady? Why is she acting so nice?
Eddie Lilith:eBec I got no idea. She's been doing it all week. But I got no idea how a car works either, but I don't mind riding in one, eh? [laughter]
Frasier: Shades of the Algonquin Roundtable.

Sam: Oh, you must be getting pretty excited, huh?
Carla: Yeah. I thought that ice show would never get back to Boston. Yeah, it has been tough. He misses me.
Norm: Yeah.
Carla: You know? Kids miss him. Not to mention that I have moved into my sexual peak.
Sam: You've been there since you were 12.
Carla: When you find a place you like, why leave it?

Carla: [gasps] A charm bracelet from Cincinnati!
Eddie LeBec: Yeah. There's a little beer stein, little bowl of sauerkraut, and Pete Rose's head.
Rebecca: [flatly] Ooh, Carla, can I borrow it?
Carla: Fat chance. [to Eddie] This better not turn my wrist green.

Cliff: You know, Carla, according to the, uh, Weekly Gabber, this Franzi Schrempf has affairs with every man she's worked with. I'm telling you, she's a man eater.
Carla: Look, Clavin, I'm not worried, so just shut up. There's a lot of things wrong with Eddie, but I know I can trust him. We've been married for over a year now, and not once in that entire time has his eye wandered. Well, his good eye.

Carla: Hey, Eddie, Eddie, come here. You know, I was just laughing at something stupid Cliff said. He says that this Franzi has a thing for the men she works with. Says she changes lovers more times than most people change socks. I don't have anything to worry about with you in that area, do l?
Eddie LeBec: No, honey, not at all. I put a fresh pair on this morning.

Sam: Welcome to the bar, Franzi. We're all, uh... Well, we're big fans of yours.
Franzi: Thank you.
Sam: But we were just wondering, now that you're here in Boston, um, well, what are your plans?
Franzi: Well, while I'm here, I would like to wear blue jeans, see a Tom Cruise movie, and eat a Big Mac.
Sam: Whoa. Sexy, dumb, and a cheap date.

Hugh: Well, uh, in the spirit of detente, I wouldn't mind having some arms talks with Franzi. [laughter]
Frasier: I'd like to see her try to control my arms. [laughter]
Norm: I wouldn't object to a little mutual on-site inspection. [laughter]
Alan: See what kind of payload she can deliver. [laughter]
Woody: Reduce missiles in Western Europe. [Woody laughs]

Eddie LeBec: Hey, Sam, she is something, eh?
Sam: Yeah.
Eddie LeBec: You know, if I was younger, taller, handsomer, and... had a brain in my head, I never would have started this sentence.
Carla: You think she's pretty, don't you?
Eddie LeBec: Well, yeah, if you're into looks, which I'm not.
Carla: Just don't get any ideas.

Cliff: Uh! Paper covers rock, and the mailman goes to the Patriots game.
Frasier: Oh, that is absurd. You're telling me that if I took my rock and hurled it, it wouldn't smash right through that puny piece of paper?
Cliff: Oh, will you come on?! You're just crying baby shoes 'cause you're not going to the game.
Frasier: Oh. Baby shoes?
Norm: Children, children, there's a much more fair way to decide this. Now, foot race to the corner and back. The winner goes to the game.
Frasier: False start. False start! I'm running this race under protest.

Rebecca: Carla, I don't think you have anything to worry about with Eddie.
Carla: But I don't know. I get this sense of doom. Maybe it's intuition, and maybe it's the fact that every time Eddie gets excited, he starts sweating like a ditch digger.