Cheers

Sam: What are you up to Norm? Norm: My ideal weight if I were 11 feet tall.

Woody: I wish Sam would hurry back from Gary's. I'm at my wit's end here. Carla: How can you tell?

Sam: Can I fill up your beer for you, Norm? Norm: No, thanks. Not quite finished with this one. (Everything comes to a halt and stares at Norm) I'm full.

Norm: Hey Cliffie, does your beer taste a little flat today? Cliff: No. Norm: I don't know. It seems like it's off maybe a hop or two.

Woody: Gary's just playing with us, like a rat and mouse. Sam: That's cat and mouse, Woody. Woody: Sam, a cat and mouse don't play together. They're mortal enemies. They don't even know the same games. Think before you speak, Sam.

Cliff: Woody, why don't you open the door and see what evil Gary has done to the outside. Woody: Snow...Gary made it snow!! Carla: Gary didn't make it snow, grain brain. Woody: Thats a good thing, cause we'd never be able to top that.

Woody: I stand there for one night and you think that I'm stupid. Tecumseh stands there for years and you rub him for luck. Who's the stupid one, Carla?

Woody: Carla, how come we can't tell Ms. Howe what Sam's doing to Gary? Carla: You know her. She thinks that anything that destroys property, costs money or wastes time is stupid. I don't know, she's got an attitude problem. Woody: Yeah. What is with her?

Rebecca: I said, we gotta cool it because this stuff is ruining our business. And he agreed. So, we drew up this little document to that effect: "We, the managers of Cheers and Gary's Old Towne Tavern, do solemnly swear to cut it out." Frasier: That ought to hold up in court.

Lilith: Hello, duckling. Frasier: Sugarpants!

Woody: Hey, Dr. Crane. Mrs. Dr. Crane. You guys are here on your night off, huh? Lilith: You have a marvelous grasp of the obvious. Woody: Well, that's what comes from working with your hands.

Rebecca: I don't understand why you guys think it is so cool to play these stupid, practical jokes. Sam: Honey, it's what keeps the child in us alive. Otherwise, we'd be just mature adults. Rebecca: Yeah. I'd lie awake at night worrying about that one.