Northern Exposure

Ed: There's some of you in there.

Maurice: (to the wax model) People would line up across Alaska to fill my shoes. But here I am standing talking to you.

Maurice: (after Chris leaves, to the wax dummy) That's one troubled puppy, huh? (suddenly looks sheepish)

Chris: If I sound a little strange, it's 'cause I am.

Chris: I'm just not prepared to pull that much time on Planet X!

Chris: I'm so "okay" I'm gonna live another 1000 years!

Maurice: (about his wax double) It's flawless! Ruth-Anne: That's one way of putting it.

Holling: I wouldn't miss this for a sleigh ride!

Chris: Chris Stevens gets a reprieve, a midnight phone call from the governor!

Dr. Summer: (only the second dentist to examine Chris in 31 years) Considering the neglect, there's a remarkable lack of activity in your mouth.

Dr. Summer: We make a pact, you know. You promise to brush, you promise to floss, but you don't brush, you don't floss.

(Ruth-Anne makes an excuse to avoid talking to the dentist) Dr. Summer: She probably thinks we're going to crown those bicuspids. (pause) She's right, too.

Dr. Summer: Hi, Shelly. Shelly: (continuing to walk right past him) Hi Doc Summer, long time no see. Dr. Summer: I see you've got one in the oven. Shelly: Yeah, but he doesn't have teeth yet.