Frasier: Lilith? Uh, please, don't speak. I've behaved abominably. You had the courage to try something different in order to please me, and I've repaid you with mockery, which is unforgivable. But l, I hope you can forgive me because I love you. And I love your hair. And no matter how you might change your outer appearance, you'll always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me.
Lilith: Oh, Frasier!
[As Frasier and Lilith hug, we can see Frasier has mouse traps on both of his hands]
Frasier: Thanks, Rebecca. [hands back the traps] Oh, I better keep one.

Norm: Yeah, McHale's playing a little better tonight, huh?
Sam: Yeah, of course he is. As soon as I told him how many bolts were in the floor, he just settled right into his game.
Cliff: Wait a minute. How could you tell him that? We never had a chance to count them.
Sam: Well, I just made up a number, you know. I figure he'll never know the difference. As long as it improves his game, you know, what's the harm?
Cliff: Right.

Woody: Hey, Kevin, how are you feeling?
Kevin McHale: Not too good, Woody. I don't know what happened out there. I must look like an idiot.
Woody: It was my fault.
Kevin McHale: How could it be your fault? I'm the clown that slipped and fell.
Woody: You're right. You were. You heard him, guys, let's get out of here.

Sam: Listen, we have a confession to make, Kevin. Uh, when we came over here the other night to count the bolts, we kind of got carried away and kind of took some of the bolts out and then kind of forgot to put them back in.
Kevin McHale: You mean to tell me this really is your fault?
Sam: I'm afraid so.
Kevin McHale: Boy, that figures. With you guys, that really figures. You know, I'll tell you what, though, I guess I can't stay too mad at you 'cause you finally solved that bolt question, you know.
Sam: We got another confession to make. We kind of never got around to counting the bolts.
Kevin McHale: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. You trying to tell me, we still don't know how many bolts there are in that floor?
Sam: Yeah, but what is the difference, man? You played a great game.
Kevin McHale: Yeah, but what about tomorrow's game?
[later:]
Norm: 1,216, 1,217...
Kevin McHale: No, no, hold on. I already counted that one.
Norm: [sighs] One, two, three...