Bank President: Mr. Crane, as the president of the bank, I want to assure you that it is not our policy to draw firearms on customers trying to make a deposit.
Martin: [wearily] It wasn't a deposit.
Bank President: Now, I'm sure that neither of us wants to turn this into a protracted legal battle, so if you would simply sign this non-disclosure agreement here, here, here, and here. Our attorneys have authorized me to compensate you for your troubles in the amount of $10,000, which can be credited to your account.
Martin: Ten grand?
Bank President: Plus the $40 from our original mistake.
Martin: Oh, what the hell, I just want to get it over with. [Signs the forms.]
Bank President: That's wonderful. Now, is there anything else I can do for you?
Daphne: Could I open an account?

Petyr: [strong Russian accent] You know, the reason for such high prices is the Russian mafia. They control this market.
Niles: The Russian mafia controls Robert's Gourmet Goodies?
Frasier: He means the caviar market, you ninny.

Petyr: You taste.
Frasier: You really must try this, Niles.
Niles: It's like being kissed by a lusty mermaid!