Sam: To think, you know, I have wasted three days on that lost cause.
Rebecca: Three days?! Try wasting two years. Two years of waiting by the phone for him to call. Two years of making excuses for why he didn't. Two years of dreaming about him and thinking about him. Living every moment for Evan Gregory Drake.
Sam: Wow. Boy, you sure have me beat.
Rebecca: I'm just so disappointed in him.
Sam: Disappointed? Think how I feel. I mean, he's in there boinking my sister.

Rebecca: I am never gonna have a husband or babies.
Sam: Oh, now...
Rebecca: Or a family. All I have is my stupid career, [high-pitched] and I don't even like it. [crying]
Sam: Listen, you- You are a- a beautiful, intelligent woman.
Rebecca: Oh, Sam, please, not now.
Sam: What? Oh, come on. What- What you think that I'm..? Listen, I made a lot of stupid passes at you, but this is not one of them. Hey, you are a terrific person. You know, a lot of good things are gonna happen, and I'm sure the right person's gonna come along.
Rebecca: Well, what if he already did, and I didn't know it [high-pitched] because of Evan? [crying]
Sam: Well, then, if you miss him, then he wasn't the right person.
Rebecca: [panting] Oh. [sniffles] Really?
Sam: Yeah, really. [strokes Rebecca's face]
Rebecca: Really?
Sam: Uh-oh. Um, listen, you're in a very, uh emotional state right now, and I- I don't want to take advantage of that. If you want me to leave, you just say so.
Rebecca: I don't seem to be saying anything.

Narrator: [on TV] English is, of course, a member of the Germanic sub-family of the Indo-European...
Frasier: Isn't this fascinating?
Norm: Must be what TV's like after you're dead.
Cliff: [enters] All right, Normie, turn off that claptrap. The cavalry has arrived. I just raided Vincent's Video Emporium for the finest '50s sci-fi fare.
Norm: All right.
Cliff: Yeah, get ready for a rollicking evening of, uh, pod people, invisible monsters and wisecracking robots.
Cliff & Norm: Ooh danger, danger!

Evan Drake: Damn.
Sam: Bad news?
Evan Drake: Yeah, a very important client and I were going to take the corporate yacht out for a little cruise, but he had to hurry home.
Sam: Illness in the family?
Evan Drake: No, they overthrew his government.
Sam: Ah, on the weekend, to boot, huh?
Evan Drake: Just can't make plans with dictators. [Sam chuckles]

Evan Drake: Sam, why don't you join me? We're heading out to Martha's Vineyard.
Sam: Oh, I'd love to.
Evan Drake: Why don't we make it a romantic weekend, huh?
Sam: Oh, well, I'm flattered, Evan, that's...
Evan Drake: [laughs] No, no, no, no. I meant bring Rebecca along.
Sam: Rebecca? Why would I want to do that?
Evan Drake: Well, the last I heard, you two were a hot item.
Sam: Uh, well, uh...
Evan Drake: I'm not going to hear any more about it.
Sam: I don't know, man...
Evan Drake: No, no, no. You two are coming. Now, just call my secretary. She'll give you all the details, all right?

Sam: [on the phone] Julie, sweetheart, come on, it's the middle of winter. You're going to have to bundle up. I don't know, pack a wool bikini, or something.

Carla: Sammy, come here. Let me see if I got this straight.
Sam: What?
Carla: Drake invited you and Rebecca.
Sam: Mm-hmm.
Carla: Uh, Rebecca's got the major hots for Drake. You take Julie instead of Rebecca. Rebecca is left standing alone on the dock. Hey, what's that in her hand? Oh, must be your severed head.

Rebecca: Well, Sam, looks like we're going to be shipmates.
Sam: What do you mean?
Rebecca: I just saw Evan outside, and he told me the good news. I'm going to be your date.
Sam: Uh, well, here... Uh, here's the bad news. I've already invited somebody else.
Rebecca: Un-invite her. Sam, I have been dying for this chance to get to know Evan in a social setting. He only sees me as some tough businesswoman in tailored suits. I want him to see me in sportswear.
Sam: No, you don't understand. See, Julie is really important to me. I've been working like crazy to-to set something up with her for almost three days now. [off Rebecca's look] All right, all right. I'll, uh, I'll call Evan and I'll try to fix it up. I... What am... How am I going to explain Julie tagging along?
Rebecca: Oh, I don't know. Tell him she's your sister.
Sam: My sister? Rebecca, this is a hot, gorgeous, sexy woman. Yeah, he'll believe that.

Evan Drake: Wow, you must be very proud of your brother. He was one heck of a pitcher, I'll tell you.
Julie: It's too bad he's not playing now, when he could be making some real money.
Sam: Isn't she sweet?
Evan Drake: You two are very close, aren't you?
Julie: Mm.
Sam: Oh, yeah. She's, um, like a sister to me.

Evan Drake: I'm afraid I didn't have much in common with my brother.
Sam: Oh, you, too? Same with my brother.
Evan Drake: Julie, you told me you didn't have another brother.
Julie: Well...
Sam: Uh, well she doesn't, actually, but I do.
Rebecca: Well, well, it's not actually his brother. They're just such close friends that Sam likes to think of him as his brother.
Sam: We just don't have anything in common, that's all.