Sam: What happened?
Frasier: Oh, nothing. Seems Lilith is indisposed at the moment. She's helping to undress a male stripper. [guys oohing and aahing]
Woody: A male stripper? Well, where do they put the tassels?

Frasier: Oh, Lilith, just, uh promise me two things. Never leave me for another, and uh... don't throw up on me in the cab.

Norm: Hey, that reminds me. I promised Vera I'd pick up some Chinese food.
Man: Oh, that's nice of you, Norm.
Norm: Well, I spilled it on the floor this morning.

Rebecca: Party's over?
Sam: Yeah. They all had women they had to run home to. Saps.
Rebecca: I just came back to lock up.
Sam: Oh, come on, hey, I always do that.
Rebecca: Oh, that's right. You're a real night owl, aren't you?
Sam: Yeah. One of the great joys of being single.
Rebecca: You don't have to tell me. Those women at the shower, they have no idea how to have fun. Five minutes after Randy left, we got into this heated debate about which was better, mayonnaise or Miracle Whip. Turned into a fistfight.
Sam: Ha! Ah, that's pathetic. Boy, you know, I'll never trade in the single life.
Rebecca: Me, neither. Good night, Sam. [exits]
Sam: Yeah, good night. Ah. Freedom. [music plays on TV]
Rebecca: [returns] You want to go get a cup of coffee?
Sam: Oh, you bet I do.

Alan: I wonder what the women are doing?
Cliff: Oh, they're probably, uh, hanging around, drinking some European coffee you know, mocha Finland or the like, eh.
Norm: Passing around a bunch of brownies, saying, "No, I really shouldn't," and then stuffing their faces. [eats popcorn]

Sam: To the man of the hour, huh? [chorus of acclaim] Mr. Frasier Crane, and to all the girls we've loved before.
All: Hear! Hear!
Cliff: I've, uh loved quite a few. How 'bout a fill-up, huh?
Norm: Cliffie. A big difference between loving women and annoying them in the checkout line, okay?

Pete: Ah, women. They're tough to figure out.
Sam: Yeah, but they're sure fun to play with while you're trying.
Hugh: If you guys could have one woman, any woman in the world, who would it be?
Tom: Oh, that's easy. Kathleen Turner. Wah-wah-wah-wah!
Pete: Give me Kim Basinger in 9 1/2 Weeks.
Sam: Ten weeks. Ten weeks.
Norm: Jill Eikenberry. [expressing puzzlement] You know, L.A. Law? She's married to that short, dumpy guy on the show. Something about her, I like.
Frasier: Lilith Sternin. [all groaning and teasing] Loni Anderson. Boy, she's got a set of oompahs that John Phillip Sousa would kill for.

Frasier: Well, I- I certainly don't believe that's true in Lilith's case.
Norm: I don't know, Frase, Sammy could have a point there. [guys affirming] Do you really think Lilith wants me to back out?
Sam: Could be. Could be. I'd think about it, Doc.
Frasier: Well, then let's just see how the night progresses. Maybe Lilith Sternin will get her wish, after all. Where's that stripper? [guys laughing raucously] Let's get Bubbles or Peaches, or whatever her name is out here and have at her!

Frasier: Maybe I shouldn't get married.
Cliff: Oh, come on, what are you talking about?
Frasier: Oh, it's time I realized that there are two Frasier Cranes. Frasier the prospective groom who sent Karen on her way, and Frasier the pig who wanted to see her shake her nonnies.

Frasier: Geez, I- I don't know. Maybe Lilith isn't the woman for me. What do you think of her, guys? Tell me, listen, l- l- l demand complete honesty.
Cliff: Well, uh, Doc, I'll be honest with you.
Norm: [clears throat] Uh, ixnay, ixnay.
Cliff: Oh, no, Normie, no, I just wish that I was there for you. No, uh... I was, uh, waiting for you to wise up, there, Doc. You know, I mean, Lilith Sternin... I mean, even the name makes the old butt cheeks, uh, tighten up, you know what I mean? I mean, she is Olive Oyl without the good fashion sense. [chuckling] And that personality, geez...
Sam: Hey, whoa, whoa, come on, hey, Cliff, that's enough.
Cliff: Yeah, you think so?
Sam: Yeah, yeah.