Cheers

(Carla is describing to Sam what she and John Hill were doing on their date) Sam: Do me a favor and just cut to the chase... unless there was a chase. Oh, God, no.

(Rebecca and Sam realize that Carla needs to be told that John Hill had a heart attack) Frasier: Sam, news of this gravity should be delivered by someone who has studied the human psyche in great detail. Someone who has tact, compassion and an understanding of the human heart. Woody: Okay, Dr. Crane. I'll do it, but you gotta deliver this martini. Carla! Frasier: Woody, I was referring to myself. Woody: Oh, right. Calling Dr. von Ego.

John Allen Hill: Ah, Miss Tortelli... is that a new hairdo, or did someone toss a toaster in your bathtub? What am I saying - what would you be doing in a bathtub? Carla: Cleaning you out of the drain. John Allen Hill: Yeasty oil slick! Carla: Bladder polyp! John Allen Hill: Man witch! Carla: Perverted goat boy! John Allen Hill: Sluttish mole! Carla: Seven o'clock tonight? John Allen Hill: Make it 6:30.

(The gang hears that John Hill had a heart attack) Rebecca: Should we visit him at the hospital? Who wants to go? Come on you guys... he's our neighbor... we know him. We should see him in the hospital. Norm: Rebecca, it's not like he's our best friend or anything. Rebecca: Norm, that's not the point. The point is you have to pretend to be nice to people - that's what makes you a good person.

Cliff: Trix are for kids and der Furher, too!