Cheers

Henderson: Do you have a Clavin here? Carla: Yeah, but it hasn't been flushing right lately.

Rebecca: We thought he had a little crush on me. It's a full blown obsession. He worships me. It's like he's a little bit off balance, if you know what I mean. Carla: He worships you and you think he's a little off balance?

Rebecca: You know I sat up there for three hours pushing my glass around making moronic small talk. Norm: Boy if I ever get like that, put a gun to my head.

Russell: Say Sam, is Rebecca coming in today? Sam: Well she's scheduled to work, so I'm not really sure.

Rebecca: Oh Sam, he's so sweet. I don't want to hurt his feelings. What do you say when you break up with a woman? Sam: I usually say, "I'll call you tomorrow."

Lilith: Rebecca, you know I've seen this behavior before. When Frasier first had a crush on me, he had difficulty expressing his feelings--he was very shy--so he expressed them in other ways. Calling me at all hours and when I answered hanging up. Sitting quietly in his car in front of my house hour after hour. Going through my mail and then carefully replacing the letters in my mailbox. In other words stalking me.

Sam: I think we have a May-December thing happening here. Carla: Yeah, December of the following year.

Russell: What would you call that color of hair? Rebecca: What? This hair? It's nothing unusual. Just medium chestnut brown with auburn highlights. Carla: Is that what it said on the bottle?

Cliff: This is the uniform that made me want to become a postal worker. And this is the uniform I'm stickin' to. Carla: You wouldn't have that problem if you washed it once in awhile.

Rebecca: I have a golden gut. Carla: It must be worth a fortune. Oh I'm sorry I thought you said golden butt.

Sam: Russell, why don't you put your suitcase in the office? Russell:That's real kind sir, but like I just told Woody I already got a room reserved. Sam: Well then just while you're here.

Woody: There's something different about Dr. Sternin-Crane. I can't put my finger on it. Is it her hair? Oh I got it. Her husband's growing a beard.

Twitchell: (indicates Cliff) There he is! There's the renegade! Cliff: Oh, hey, Twitchell. What'd you do, tell your dad on me? Henderson: (shows Cliff his badge) Henderson. Postal inspector, South Branch. There have been reports of your refusal to wear the new postal uniform. Cliff: Oh, gee, I wonder who reported me. Twitchell: It was me, stupid! That's the only reason I come in here on my day off to see you knuckle under. Cliff: Well, so, what if I don't wear this new uniform? Henderson: Then, I'll have no choice but to put you under immediate suspension. Cliff: Ah, you wouldn't do that. Henderson: When I'm through with you, you'll be lucky to get a job sticking fliers under windshield wipers. (gives Cliff a bag) Now what's it gonna be? Cliff: All right, you win this time. Hey, Paul, guard the men's room door for me, will ya? I'm gonna be naked in there. Paul: Again?