Rebecca: There's something wrong isn't there, Sam?
Sam: Yeah there's something I want to say. I've been walking around trying to figure out how to say it. I guess the only thing to do is just say it.
Rebecca: Sam, I don't love you. I'm not gonna have your baby. It would be a big stupid mistake.
Rebecca: What were you gonna say?
Sam: The same thing but in a much nicer way.
Sam: Hey sweetheart, what do you think? If it's a boy we name it Sam.
Rebecca: Oh I don't know. You know I always thought that naming a child after yourself was saying you wanted them to grow up just like you, like the things you like, to act the way you do.
Sam: Okay Sam it is.
Cliff: Woody, set me up with a beer, will ya?
Woody: Aren't you gonna finish your mail route, Mr. Clavin?
Cliff: Are you kiddin'? There's too much snow and sleet out there. Besides it's gettin' a little dark.
Rebecca: Excuse me. This is the 12th.
Sam: Yeah well I work on the 12th.
Rebecca: Well I ovulate on the 12th.
Sam: How was I supposed to know that?
Norm: We all knew it. It's in the newsletter.
Frasier: I sense the mood of the bar. You're all suffering from the winter blues; the shortened daylight hours, the cold numbing weather, the bleak sense of isolation. It's what we in the psychiatric professions call, the jackpot.
Frasier: Good afternoon all.
Norm: Shut the door.
Norm: To keep out the bitter cold.
Carla: Too late. She got in.
This episode was filmed on November 12, 1991.