Cheers

Rebecca: Robin, I need a one woman man. Robin: And I am a one woman man. It's just that I'm still looking for the one woman.

Rebecca: Robin, I am not the kind of person who fools around with just anybody. Christine: Are you saying I am? Rebecca: Ballerina, why don't you make like a swan and die?

Norm: [Rebecca's] taken to replacing the beer nuts to these little candy hearts that say "Hold me," "I'm yours," "Lovey dovey." Hey "Free beer." Woody: Oh no Mr. Peterson, you fooled me once.

Norm: I can't believe [Rebecca's] got a harp in here. Woody: Look how great it slices these eggs.

Robin: Sam, I want to thank you for your discretion last night. That is if running along side a screaming woman with a sack over her head can be called discretion.

Frasier: [Robin] is absolutely nothing more than a rich spoiled narcissistic philanderer. I hate myself for envying him so.