Robin: Yes, I'd stop to talk, only I just get three hours a week on the court. Prison, you know.
[Sam fails to hit the tennis balls being served at him]
Robin: Excuse me, Sam, weren't you a professional athlete?
Sam: Well, yeah, I was a pitcher for the American League, but I never actually had to hit anything.
Robin: I see, so basically you just did what this machine is doing.
Sam: Yeah, but my arm got tired.

Sam: Okay, guys, we got it.
Norm: You know, I think Rebecca did us a favor by breaking that old TV.
Cliff: Yeah, I like this new TV a lot better than the old one.
Sam: We're not talking TV here. This is the latest in video technology. We've got Dolby sound, black matrix, high resolution. I mean, look at that. It's almost as if Deputy Dog's right in the room with us.

Rebecca: Has anyone seen an afternoon paper?
Norm: Uh, what are you looking for?
Rebecca: Well, because Robin's statement about me being his true love is supposed to be in the late edition. I sent Woody out for it hours ago.
Sam: You, you sent Woody out there? It's a hundred degrees.
Woody: [enters] I'm sorry, Miss Howe. I would have been here sooner, but I think I passed out between the newsstand and here.
Sam: Woody, man, are you all right? [gives Woody a pitcher of water]
Rebecca: Yes, he's all right. I bet I'm on the cover. Heat wave, heat wave heat wave. children in sprinklers, heat wave... So it's a little warm out.
Woody: Grandma? Is that you, Grandma? [Sam hands Woody another pitcher] Thank you, Grandma.
Rebecca: Here it is. "Millionaire Robin Colcord says that his true love is some Boston bar manager." What? That's it?! I thought I was gonna be big news.
Frasier: Such is the transitory nature of fame. You have missed your moment in the sun.
Woody: I had three hours in the sun.
Rebecca: Would somebody shut him up?

Sam: Whoo! Boy, did it just get warm in here? I hate Indian summers. You never know what to wear to work in the morning. I mean, it's gonna get cold, it should stay cold. [sees two women walk by in summer dresses] Then, who am I to question the Lord?

News Anchor: [on TV] Looks like no end to the heat wave is in sight. Today may actually break a hundred.
Carla: Oh, man! I'd better get the crib out of the garage.

Rebecca: Hi, everybody. I brought doughnuts.
Norm: Oh! Gee, I haven't dunked a doughnut in years. Wood, give me another beer, will you?

Cliff: Oh, hey, did you see the Midnight Tattler? What? Seems that, uh, Jeanne Marie sold her love letters from Robin.
Norm: Yeah? Whoo-ee! Look at the legs on this chick!
Sam: Hey, hey, guys? Guys, guys. Rebecca's standing right here. Try and to be a little more polite.
Norm: Oh, uh, I'm sorry. Thank you very much for the doughnuts, Rebecca. Look at the legs on this babe! Are they continued on the next page or what?!

Cliff: Hey, Sammy, how about turning up the sound?
Sam: Don't you care about any of this? I mean, it's got to be bothering you a little bit.
Rebecca: I wouldn't be human if it didn't bother me a little bit. But, I mean, what does it really amount to? I have Robin's love and she has a couple of blurbs in a cheap tabloid. And it's not like she's some national celebrity.
Arsenio Hall: [on TV] Join me tonight as the stage sizzles with my guests Michael Caine, M.
C. Hammer and the woman Robin Colcord gave it up for, and I mean really gave it up for, Jeanne Marie Beaulieu. Watch her kick it on the next Arsenio Hall Show.
Rebecca: Hey! I'm the one who should be kickin' it! [pulls the TV off the wall]

Rebecca: No, really, and when you, when you see him, don't tell him that I told you to ask, okay? I mean, just make it sound like, you know, you just dropped by prison, you know, it's just like a real casual deal for you.
Sam: Uh, no. No, Rebecca, I'm sorry.
Rebecca: Okay. Forget it. It's just that, um whenever I think that Robin might love Jeanne Marie, you know, I just get so darned mad, you know? Just feel like I could just... [snaps a pool cue]
Sam: Okay. Okay. I guess I can swing by the prison, on my way to the billiards supply store.

Robin: So, Sam, what have you got on your mind?
Sam: I want to talk to you about your ex-girlfriend.
Robin: Can you be, uh, more specific?
Sam: The one you were running around with behind Rebecca's back.
Robin: Can you be more specific?
Sam: Jeanne Marie.
Robin: Oh! Oh, dear Jeanne Marie. Yes, I do hope her little game with the press isn't troubling Rebecca.
Sam: Yeah, well... Yeah, it is actually. You know this girl is running around getting exploited all over the place, but we all know that it's Rebecca that deserves to be exploited. Hey, these things are coming pretty fast. Can we slow them down?
Robin: Oh no, if they went any slower they wouldn't remain airborne. Yeah, yeah, Sam, look, if Rebecca is really getting troubled by this, why didn't she make mention of it to me?
Sam: Well, I don't know, actually. She, uh, tried to explain that to me, but l, uh...
Robin: Yes, enough said. Poor Rebecca. Her insecurities have finally got the better of her. Well, perhaps I should, uh, make an end of Jeanne Marie's little charade and go to the press and tell them the truth. Do you think that would help her?
Sam: Sure, yeah.