Cheers

Sam: You know Carla you've always supported me and my decisions. Well, except for dating Diane. And selling the bar…..and hiring Rebecca. And wanting to have a baby with her. (short pause) What kind of friend are you anyway?

Sam: Who's taking care of the bar? Carla: Rebecca. Sam: Oh my God. Carla: Aw, I'm just kidding, no one. Sam: Oh, you scared me there for a second.

Woody: You know Dr. Crane, once back in Hanover I wanted to catch some rats and I started to play a flute and a bunch of them followed me out of town...and some children too. Oh wait, was that a movie? No, it happened.

Woody: Oh, Dr. Crane, before you go, can I see him (Whiskers the lab rat) first? I love rats. We used to have a bunch of them back on the farm in Hanover: kept the barn free of cats.

Rebecca: I'm telling you guys, he's setting himself up to be disappointed. He's gonna walk in here like a big loser. Carla: What makes you think Sam's as big a loser as you are? Rebecca: Excuse me Carla, but I did not say he was as big a loser as I was.

Sam: Who am I kidding; I hate this. I mean they throw pillows, they snap their towels, and that's not funny, that's just dangerous.

Sam: I'll catch up with you clowns [his teammates] later. Carla: They seem like a fun bunch, huh Sam. Sam: Oh, they're the best. That's baseball, that's what it's all about...and God I hate it so much. Get me out of here, Carla, please.