Cheers

Sam: Is someone boiling tar in here? Coach: No, Sam. I'm smoking my cigar. Sam: Would someone please boil some tar in here.

Coach: Does anyone mind if I smoke? Carla: Not if you put the lit end in your mouth. Coach: I learned how to smoke them them way, Carla and I'll stick with it.

[the gang took Frasier on a snipe hunt; he returns and wants them to go out again; Diane takes him into the office] Diane: There's no such thing as a snipe hunt. They played a childish prank on you. Frasier: I know that. Diane: What? Frasier: Good Lord, Diane. A man does not crouch in the woods for two hours without having a revelation or two. Diane: So this is part of a plan and I unwittingly helped you. Frasier: Yes. Diane: Frasier, how devious. But, why didn't you tell me? Frasier: Well, I couldn't trust you; you'd have thought it was too cruel. Diane: Oh, are you kidding? I would've helped. Frasier, this is so unlike you. Frasier: No, but it's what guys do, darling… we screw each other to the wall. Boy, it's great to be one of the gang, I'll tell you.