Cheers

Rebecca: Carla, come here. There's a handle loose on one of the desk drawers. Do we have a screwdriver? Carla: You can't fool me. You're just trying to take that desk apart to look for you ring. Rebecca: I am way above that. I would not betray my man's trust. (closes office door and shortly comes back) You know that handle is really loose. Do we have a crowbar?

Norm: Frasier, we have to talk. Come on. Frasier: No, Norm I'm sorry. I've had it with giving out free psychological advice. It's bad enough I do it as a living but I come to the bar and have to do it here too. I'm not about to analyze this poor pitiful creature who obviously is suffering from very low self-image and finds in you a validation of her sense of self and her own personality. Damn it, I did it again!

Carla: My ex-husband hid my engagement ring in a X-rated soap on a rope. He scrubbed my raw for two hours before I found it. Now that's magic time.

Norm: We have to get something straight here. Doris: Yes, Mr. Peterson. Norm: I am not interested in you, okay. I'm not interested in any woman except for my wife and I'm not even interested in her.

Norm: Sammy, excuse me. Do you know how to spell courteous? Sam: Yeah Norm, just as it sounds. Then check it with Frasier.

Sam: (reading his black book) Tina, two stars. Cliff: Two stars? That's not very good, is it Sammy? Sam: Are you kidding? It was great. That's what she was wearing, two stars.

Frasier: Oh my God, he's going to fire the Morton salt girl.