Sherman: Hey, Robin. Excuse me, are you through with the court yet?
Robin: Yes, Sherman. It's all yours.
Sherman: Thanks. Maurice!
Sam: Hey, I voted for that guy. [chuckles]

Rebecca: This just isn't fair. Robin gave it up for me. Me, not Jeanne Marie.
Cliff: Well, hey, I wouldn't worry so much about Jeanne Marie. She's washed up, too. [chuckles] Look where they put her on Hollywood Squares. Center bottom. Nobody's gonna call on her there. She might as well be a Gabor.
Man: [on TV] I'll take Robin Colcord's lover to block.
Sam: No, no, whoa, whoa! Come on, guys, switch the channel. Put a game on or something.
Norm: I'm trying, Sammy. How do you work this damned remote?
Cliff: Oh, wait, you need this one to work that one.

Rebecca: No, it was my turn, Sam! Everybody in the world was supposed to know that that I was Robin's mystery femme. I was supposed to be famous.
Sam: You know, that's not what you said before. You said the only thing that mattered was that Robin loves you.
Rebecca: Yeah, yeah, well that was back when I thought Jeanne Marie was gonna be laughed at. But now, I didn't know that she was gonna become America's little sweetheart and I was gonna become America's little stupid idiot nobody.
Sam: Honey, listen, from the outside, fame looks great. But when you actually have it, it's not, it's not all that it's cracked up to be.
Rebecca: Oh, how would you know?
Sam: Well, I had a little bit of fame, once upon a time.
Rebecca: Oh, yeah, right, that time you almost got hit by that truck.

Man: [on TV] Well, there's no break in this heat wave. As a matter of fact, tomorrow is going to be even hotter. Let's look now at the satellite [rumbling]
Frasier: Oh, my God! Clear out, everybody! She's gonna blow! [rumbling]