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Diane: Those people were bereft of soul. They had no intention of embracing that house. They're only desire was to live there. Sam: They wanted to live in the house they just bought?! My God they must have been raised by wolves.

Woody: Hey Mr. Peterson. How's life? Norm: Well the plot's okay but it kind of falls apart at the end.

Diane: You have the sensitivity of a dung beetle.

Sam: I used to love the smell of sawdust. I wonder where I can get some of that.

Cliff: That's pathetic! You'll never catch a woman of mind leading me by the nose. Carla: No, but you might catch her sunning herself on a rock.

Sam: I'm not ready to own a home. You got to work up to that. Norm: Sammy's right. It's a big responsibility. You got lawns to mow. You got plumbing to to fix. Gutters to clean. then every couple of years you've got to paint the entire thing from top to bottom. Honestly I don't know where Vera gets the energy. Frasier: Norm, you should be ashamed of yourself. Norm: Yeah, I guess I should, shouldn't I? Well thank God I'm not.