Cheers

Lilith: I think your humor is expressive a hidden hostility toward Rebecca. Or perhaps deep down you fear she really is capable of taking this bar from you. Sam: Put a suit on a woman and she thinks she's God. Lilith: Frasier, are you going to let him talk to me like this? Frasier: She's also this way when the suit comes off, Sam.

Lilith: This a bit of a surprise, isn't it Rebecca? Why do you want Cheers? I would think for you this bar would only have negative associations connected with it. Well think of all the heartbreak you've had here; the forgotten goals, the missed opportunities.... Norm: Hey, it's called atmosphere, babe. Lilith: I would think for you, this place would have the stench of failure. Carla: No, that's Clavin and fyi it's not just failure. Rebecca: Actually Lilith, I had more productive successful times at Cheers than I've had anyplace else in my life. Lilith: Dear God! Oh I'm sorry. I was thinking of something else.

(Rebecca offers Sam $25,000 for the bar) Sam: Where are you going to get that kind of money? Rebecca: I have a degree. I'm a business woman. I just spent the last ten years in a major corporation. My daddy's giving it to me.

Carla: Buy yourself a melon in case you misplace your head. John Hill: Tell me Carla, clinically speaking are you considered a dwarf or a midget? Carla: Say is that your head or is your neck blowing a bubble? John Hill: Somebody phone the authorities in Paris. The gargoyle has just fallen off Notre Dame and is now taking drink orders. Carla: You know two heads like that would make a perfectly good butt. John Hill: Shrike. Carla: Bullet head. John Hill: Slattern. Carla: Hatchet face. John Hill: Well must be off. Till next month then. Carla: He's good people.

Paul: What do you mean you don't run tabs here? Norm Peterson has a tab the size of his pants. Sam: Well that's Norm. Paul: Well this is Paul. Sam: Comes on. Norm doesn't have much in life except Cheers. Paul: What about me? I'm unemployed and I don't like my wife. Sam: You put me in a tough spot here. Paul: I'm sorry, Sam. I really want a tab.

John Hill: Good news girls, we're going to Hollywood!

Sam: Well Harry, let me save you the trouble... this bar is worth $25,000,000!

Sam: C'mon guys, let's check Rebecca's tote board. Here's her goal at $25,000,000 and she has a total of 2 nickels... wooo! Oh, that confetti just cost you another nickel.... promotion's not free you know!

Sam: By the way, that vermouth's not going to order itself there, Sparky!

Rebecca: Sam, your jokes are so childish. Sam: Well... that's what keeps me young, babe!