Cheers

Carla: Sammy look at you. Your nose is bleedin', your eye is startin' to swell, and you just kissed a man. But you're not a wussy little fraidy cat.

Rebecca: Will you sell me this bar? Sam: No. What? Rebecca: Cheers. I want to buy Cheers. Running this place was the only time I felt like somebody. You know people looked up to me. Carla: Who?

Sam: Do you think that [Rebecca's] coming back here because I left that message on her machine? Norm: Yup. Sam: What do you know? I'm gonna talk to somebody who knows something around here. What do you think? Lilith: You're dead meat on a stick.

Sam: Hey, any of you guys tried that new steakhouse on Commonwealth? Norm: No. Sam: It's great. Beautiful waitresses in tiny little wench outfits. Norm: Yeah, what did you have? Sam: Beautiful waitress in a tiny little wench outfit. I'm going back too.

Frasier: Woody, I think it was a great sacrifice for you to give your clothes to Rebecca. It puts me in min of another novel by my favorite British author. You know who I mean. I'll give you a hint, Charles. Norm: In Charge? Frasier: Are you people really this ignorant or do you do this just to torture me? Norm: Sometimes the two go hand in hand.

Frasier: Splash some water on your face and get a fresh start. Rebecca: I'd like to Frasier but I seem to have lost the will to move. I just want to sit here for the rest of my life. Norm: Gee, maybe it's the stool.

Rebecca: Rebecca doesn't live here anymore. Rebecca died two days ago. Carla: Oh so that's what that is. I'm telling ya, a woman should never sweat in taffeta.

(Rebecca has locked herself in the office) Sam: Okay I've got the toolbox here. I'm gonna get Rebecca out of that office right now. Rebecca, I've got a screwdriver here and I'm gonna take that door knob off, then I'm gonna open the door here. Rebecca, I got a Phillips head by mistake. I'm putting that down and picking up a flat head and then I'm gonna take that door knob off. Rebecca, I don't have a flat head but I have one of those putty things and I'm gonna--damn! Okay Rebecca, I just punctured my thumb with that putty thing and I'm gonna go get a tetanus shot. Then I'm coming back here and taking that door knob off.

Frasier: I've just come from the Antiquarian Book Fair, where I managed to luck into a handsomely bound first edition of Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities. Woody: Wow! If you don't mind my asking, how much does something like this cost? Frasier: Well Woody, money isn't really the issue, but around $1,200. Woody: 1,200 bucks? I've got something to show you Dr. Crane. It's called a library card.

Carla: How am I supposed to make a drink around here? We're out of gin, vermouth, cherries, and lime juice. We've got to get into that storeroom. Woody: We can't. Sam said to substitute.