Cliff: Oh hey Coach, think I know somebody who's in love.
Coach: Oh good, buy him a beer Cliff, so am I.
Cliff: Coach, I meant you.
Carla: You know I don't ask for much in this life; fresh fish, ten cents off on laundry detergent, volcanic boils all over my ex-husband, and the Sox in the Series again before I die.
Coach: Norm, do you think I should go over there and introduce myself?
Norm: I think it's best, Coach. It eliminates that awkward first meeting at the altar.
Diane: He, I'm finally here. Better late than never.
Carla: That wouldn't be my choice.
Carla (about Cliff): At least before he went to Florida he was boring on a wide range of topics.
[Sam struck out with Irene's daughter, Sue.]
Sam: If you ask me, that girl's got a BIG problem.
Diane: Yes, you're right. It's called "good taste".
[Sam, Cliff and Norm heartily agree.]
[Coach wants Sam to go with him to talk to the two ladies in the bar.]
Sam: Coach, I'm gonna be blunt with you. Her friend's cute and all that, but she doesn't have what I'm lookin' for in a woman..
Diane: What's that? Break-away clothes?
Diane: Brian the Lion was my dearest childhood pal.
Carla: Ah. So being a grimy bar rag should be a step up.
[Sam's struck out with Irene's daughter, Sue.]
Cliff: Aw, 'kay, Norm. 'Kay. So he blew one. He's not a God.
Norm: [sobbing] He was to me!
Cliff: There, there.
Norm: [blows his nose] My world doesn't make sense anymore.