Cheers

(Lilith bid $2,000 for a weekend with Sam) Frasier: What do you think you're doing? Lilith: Helping charity. Don't worry it's just some money I put aside to buy you a ring.

Cliff: You can call me a traditionalist, call me out of step with the times but I prefer to get my women the old-fashioned way. Carla: In a plain brown wrapper?

Lilith: (to Frasier) Why don't you make love to your accountant? Norm: You know if more people followed that advice this world would be such a happier place.

Frasier: Man does not live by romance alone. He also needs hard-headed practicality. Lilith: If your head was any harder it would etch glass.

Carla: Hey Frasier, can I ask you something? When you and Lilith wake up in the morning which one of you is the first to to scream "What have I done?"

Carla: Champagne huh? Lilith: Well while romance is a fixative term with no correlation to any actual physiological behavior. [Frasier and I] nevertheless like to humor convention by going through with these preposterous rituals. Carla: Champagne, huh?

Rebecca: (about the auction) It doesn't matter to me either way. I'm doing this for charity. Norm: You know Vera has that carved on our headboard.

Cliff: Sam, are you going to be part of this auction? Sam: Are you kidding me? I hate that stuff. I mean it's one thing for guys to bid on chicks but I mean that's sick.