Frasier: I am sick and tired of peeling patients off of my leather couch. I tell ya the ones in shorts scream like banshees when I pull them up fast. Well fortunately I'm a trained psychiatrist and I've learned how to tune out cries for help.
(In her anger Rebecca took a TV off the wall.) Sam: Hey, this is getting serious. Rebecca: Thank you for your concern, Sam. Sam: Do you have any idea how much that TV cost? Rebecca: What? Sam: The corporation owns this bar for three years, you don't break anything. I have it for three weeks, you yank my television off the wall.
Carla: When the mercury hits 95, I can't be responsible for my actions. Oh who is that hunk over there? In the uniform with the cute buns? (Cliff turns around) Oh my God, it's Clavin. This is worse than I thought. Has he always had that moustache?
(Carla walks into the bar wearing a parka.) Sam: What's with the getup? Carla: It's Indian Summer, Sam. I need these clothes for protection. Sam: Protection from what? Carla: The eyes of men. Sam: What are you talking about? Carla: Every time I've conceived a kid it's been during Indian Summer. It's when I'm at my most fertile, Sammy. I cannot let any man touch me, talk to me, or see me or I'll be shooting out kids like a Pez dispenser.
S 11 : Ep 28
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S 11 : Ep 27
Aired 5/20/93
S 11 : Ep 25
Aired 5/13/93
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