Cheers

Lilith: Query: If I had a problem and needed to talk to someone about it, would it be perpetuating a stereotype to actually select a bartender? Sam: That depends. Lilith: On what? Sam: On what you just said.

Cliff: As a rule your psycho killers don't have families. They're loners. They may have jobs. They're good to their mothers. By and large they sit alone at night in a dark room writing their depraved thoughts in a diary. Norm: Cliffie, you keep a diary, don't you? Cliff: I keep a journal, Norm. A journal.

Frasier: Oh my God. Sam: Everything okay? Frasier: Oh everything's fine, Sam. We just made one horrible mistake. Sam: What's that? Frasier: We left the child alone with its mother.

Frasier: Sam, just a quick iced tea. I've got my obsessive-compulsive group to preside over. If you can imagine how punctual they are. Sam: What time does it start? Frasier: Well now. Boy the next 15 minutes are really going to drive them bonkers. But that's exactly what they need.

Sam: What will you have this time, Norm? Norm: A cow if I have to climb those stairs one more time.

Frasier: I agree Lilith. As you know we rarely agree as you're a Behaviorist and I'm a strict Freudian but it does make for some hot angry sex in the boudoir. I don't have to tell you. Norm: I wish you hadn't.

Woody: Hey Mr. Peterson, what's up? Norm: The warranty on my liver.