Phyllis: In a strange sort of way, I like Vera.
Norm: That's the only kind of way you can.
(after calling Vera)
Norm: She said she's just sitting home alone listening to records. I could hear Johnny Mathis singin' in the background.
Diane: There you go. I knew it.
Woody: That's good news isn't it, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Yeah. It would be even better if we had a Johnny Mathis album.
Phyllis: We have one.
Phyllis: (to Norm) I took the chance I might find you here.
Carla: Whoa, what are the odds?
Sam: Hey, guess who's going to interview me on the radio tonight?
Diane: Someone with a sense of adventure.
(Norm and Phyllis are waiting for Santo's report)
Phyllis: Oh, Norm. Where did we go wrong?.
Norm: I don't know. I've been racking my brain trying to figure it out. I mean, day after day, night after night, I sit on that stool out there wondering: why did she lose interest in me?
[Carla's cousin, Santo Carbone, the detective has been meeting with Norm and Phyllis]
Santo: Oh, look. You both seem like nice people, huh?. Do yourselves a favor – don't hire me.
Norm: Well, that's an interesting sales pitch you have there, but, uh, we, uh, we're quite serious about this.
Santo: You don't know what you're letting yourselves in for here. A lot of pain, a lot of heartache, a lot of misery.
Carla: And that's just when you see the bill.
Santo: My cousin – she's a pistol.
[Norm enters the bar]
Sam: What d'ya say, Norm?
Norm: Well, I never met a beer I didn't drink. [Sam hands him a beer] And on it goes.
Woody: I don't think there's a song called 'Beth'...
There is a Peter Criss of KISS ballad called, "Beth."