- Carla LeBec: [on the telephone] I don't know Eddie, try, try under the bed. Uh, well, if they're not there, look in the back of the closet, or behind the dresser, or in the washing machine. Yeah, if you still can't find them, call me back.
- [hangs up the telephone]
- Carla LeBec: I swear to God that man would lose his head if it weren't bolted on.
- Cliff Clavin: What's, uh, what's up there, Carla?
- Carla LeBec: Eddie wants to take the twins for a walk.
- Cliff Clavin: Ah, can't find his shoes, huh?
- Carla LeBec: Nah, can't find the twins.
- Cliff Clavin: You know Rebecca, I don't know why you're so concerned about your figure. You know, back in the Renaissance times, full figured women were revered.
- Norm Peterson: Get out.
- Cliff Clavin: It's true. Yeah, yeah, artists would only paint big, voluptuous women. In fact, that's how they got rid of a lot of their old paint.
- Woody Boyd: Miss Howe, I don't mean to insult you, but you're looking kind of puny. Have you lost weight?
- Rebecca Howe: Is this a set up? Did Sam tell you to say that?
- Woody Boyd: No, ma'am. I told myself to say it. I'm worried about you, you know, if you're not careful, you're going to start wasting away and pretty soon your ribs are going to show like this guy back in Hanover, Kyle Leffers. Course he'd been dead a while when they found him.
- Rebecca Howe: Thank you, Woody. That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me all week.
- [Rebeca gives Woody a thankful quick peck on the cheek]
- Woody Boyd: Your hair's been looking kind of ratty too.
- Rebecca Howe: Unfortunately that's the second nicest thing.
- [Rebecca starts to walk away]
- Woody Boyd: What, no kiss?
- Cliff Clavin: [with Sam, Woody and Carla, after overhearing Norm's conversation with interior decorating clients about his sexuality] Norm, how could you do this to us?
- Norm Peterson: What, do what?
- Cliff Clavin: We're your best friends. I can't believe you didn't feel close enough to share this part of your life with us.
- Norm Peterson: This part, what... Guys, I'm straight. I'm not gay.
- Cliff Clavin: No, no, who cares about that. You can get stuff at wholesale.
- Woody Boyd: [Opens a package from home] Oh, boy! My aunt Edna's killer fudge brownies!
- Cliff Clavin: Oh, killers, eh?
- Woody Boyd: [Passing the brownies around] Yeah, they're called that because the first time my uncle Ford ever smelled them baking he came running in from the field and got hit by a combine.
- Woody Boyd: [Wistfully] He hung on for a few days. At the end, he was just praying to die.
- Woody Boyd: Well, eat up, everybody!
- Dr. Frasier Crane: [Ivan, with the Cranes in their living room, takes their wedding portrait off the wall] Oh, much better, Yes, much better. You know, I never thought our wedding portrait lived there. Where should it go, Ivan?
- Ivan: [Drops it in the trash] Here's a spot.
- Dr. Lilith Sternin: Perfect! Why clutter a home with mementos?