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Norm: (walks in bar) Afternoon, everybody.
All people in bar: Norm!
Cliff: (walks in bar) Afternoon, everybody.
All people in bar: (Silence)
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Cliff: Hey Sam, you've got this textbook here. Why are you asking Diane for?
Sam: It's more fun to steal than to study.
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Sam: Does anybody remember anything that Diane has said about Impressionism?
Carla: No, but I know she makes a bad first one.
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Sam: You know I always say-"If it wasn't for all the people who say they never come to singles bars, singles bars would be out of business."
Norm: Didn't Diane used to say that?
Carla: When you talk all the time you're bound to say everything eventually.
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Norm: Cliff, just how long did it take for you to create this little world you live in.
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Sam: What would you like, Norm?
Norm: A reason to live. Keep them coming.
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Norm: Yeah, Cliffy had himself the "Ton O' T-Bone". For less than four bucks you get 24 ounces of USDA Choice "bef".
Cliff: Bef? No, you mean beef.
Norm: Beef? Don't be ridiculous, Cliffy. That stuff is "bef". You see it's a Hungry heifer trademark for a processed, synthetic – what – meat-like substance.
Cliff: Ah, no.
Norm: What do you expect for four bucks? You see me complainin' about the "loobster"?
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[Norm and Cliff come back to the bar after lunch]
Carla: So, how was your meal at The Hungry Heifer?
Norm: Well, Cliff was a little fussy at first; but I think I made a convert out of this guy.
Carla: Really?
Cliff: Well, uh, yeah, my steak was a little gristly; but, uh, what do you expect from a place decorated with a mule depicting the Heimlich maneuver.
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[Frasier is talking to Diane; Sam interrupts to ask about an artist]
Frasier: What was that all about?
Diane: Sam is developing an interest in the Impressionists
Frasier: Hmm.
Diane: Hmm, what?
Frasier: Hmm, this is suspicious. I think it's part of Sam's grand design to win you back.
Diane: Oh, not this again. It's starting to sound like a broken record.
Frasier: Oh, now you're saying that I'm redundant, that I repeat myself, that I say things over and over.
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[Cliff sees Paula Nelson enter the bar]
Cliff: [to Norm] Hot babe, there, at twelve o'clock. I think it's the next notch on the old Clavin bedpost.
Carla: The only notches on your bedpost come from banging your head in frustration.