Woody: I get a lot of things off of cars, Sam. I have to be careful when I shave, because objects may be closer than they appear.
Earl: Norm, do me a favor. Taste this.
(Earl hands Norm a beer)
Norm: It's great! What did you do?
Earl: Well, I changed the pressure on all of the kegs and cleaned out the lines.
Norm: Earl, how do you like the sound of this? Mrs. Earl Peterson?
Rebecca: Sam, could this all be a bad dream?
Sam: No, this is the auto show.
Sam: This is your new manager. This is Earl. Earl used to play short stop for the Cubs.
Norm: Alright one of us.
Earl: You guys from Chicago?
Carla: Nah, they're all losers.
Sam: What is sorghum anyway?
Woody: It's grain, Sam. It's used to feed livestock.
Sam: Say if I put it in a bowl would those guys eat it?
Woody: Are you kiddin'? I was late putting out the beer nuts last night, Mr Peterson almost snapped off my thumb.
Sam: Fill 'em up.
Rebecca: It doesn't mean I will never see you guys. I can still come in as a customer. Of course with work and all I can't stay for 10 to 12 hours at a stretch like you guys.
Norm: That's okay. You can be in the part timers club. They sit over there.
Cliff: And when you're ready to commit you'll let us know.
Norm: Yeah like Phil there. He's right on the verge.
Sam: How would you guys feel about Rebecca managing this place again?
Norm: Would it raise the price of beer?
Norm: Then what do we care.
Rebecca: What's wrong with the computer?
Sam: Nothin' really. I just can't get those little green letters to pop up on the screen.
Rebecca: Well did you try booting it up?
Sam: Yeah, I did plenty of that.
Woody: What about the auto show, Sam? Don't you want to go see the models?
Sam: That's alright. I know where they're staying, Woody.
Sam: Good looks can open doors. Good hair blows them off the hinges.
Sam: You know when I ran this place in the old days I had everything I needed up here.
Frasier: Brains, Sam?
Sam: No, good hair.
Frasier: I would like to nominate as the stupidest creature on earth: the one who awakens each day to drive through gridlocked traffic, to sit in a window less office breathing recirculated air, then returns home and collapses into a stupor, only to do the same damn thing all over again every day until he dies.
Norm: Look forward to that vacation, hey Frase.
Frasier: You bet. We're going to Maui.
Sam: Come on, it couldn't have been that bad
Rebecca: I don't have any fingerprints left!!
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