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Sam: So where are the kids? Carla: How should I know? It's only 1:30 [am].

Lilith: Frasier, I cannot believe you revealed what is essentially a professional confidence. Frasier: Sweetheart, did she pay you a dime? Lilith: No. Frasier: Then why are we having this discussion?

Woody: Hey Mr. P, how goes the search for Mr. Clavin? Norm: Not as well as the search for Mr. Doughnut. I found him every couple of blocks.

Carla: I just did a really really bad thing. When I was up there with Hill I just kinda lost control. Rebecca: You didn't break something really expensive, did you? Carla: No, worse than that. Lilith: Did you hurt him? Carla: Worse. Lilith: Oh no, did he have a heart attack? Carla: Worse. Rebecca: Oh he's dead. Carla: No, you guys, you don't get it. I didn't kill him. I slept with him. Lilith: Yikes.

Rebecca: What is going on? Lilith: In this bar, I don't ask.

Paul: What's this? Woody: That's a flier Mr. Clavin wanted me to pass around to the customers. Norm: Why didn't you? Woody: Because it's a flier Mr. Clavin wanted me to pass around to the customers. We've had trouble in that area before.

Carla: What are you doing down here, Hill? Hair Club for Men meeting? John Hill: Oh I didn't see you down there Miss Tortelli. Although frankly you do announce your presence. Carla: So have you decided what color you're going to dye your head for Easter? John Hill: Why don't you just scuttle under the office door and get Sam?