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Candi: What's your name?

Frasier: Oh, uh... Dr. Frasier Crane.

Candi: I'm Candi.

Frasier: Ah, yes, so I see from your necklace. Candi with an "I".

Candi: Well, I used to spell it with a "Y" but nobody ever took me seriously, so then I switched it to an "I". You know, like Gandhi.

Frasier: Yes, yes. I understand that's why he did it.

Rebecca: I know you have trouble dealing with a woman in a position of authority.

Sam: Whoa, wait a minute. I resent that. I've never had trouble with a woman in ANY position.

Rebecca: Until I began eating clean, I never realized how a good a nice, dry ricecake could taste.

Woody: How can you eat those, Miss Howe, they don't have any flavor.

Rebecca: Oh, if I eat these I will live longer.

Woody: Well, I have a question. You know how you're always talking about how you hate your life? How come you wanna make it longer?

Rebecca: Shut up, Woody.

Rebecca: You know, I really think I can put together a great Thanksgiving dinner. This'll be the second one that I've cooked, and believe me, the first one was not the disaster that my family said it was. Those kids had a pretty good time in that ambulance.

Woody: Boy, Dr. Sternin-Crane having an affair with another guy. This reminds me of a terrible scandal we had back in Hanover, rocked the whole town to its core. Mayor's wife ran off with old Mr. Smithers.

Frasier: Well, that's not so scandalous, Woody.

Woody: Well, Mr. Smithers was a goat.

Woody: Hey Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you.

Norm: I know. If she calls, I'm not here.

Woody: Jack Frost nipping at your toes, Mr. Peterson?

Norm: Yeah, now let's get Joe Beer nipping at my liver.

Woody: Kelly's coming back from Europe today.

Frasier: Ah, she's hopping the pond.

Woody: What?

Frasier: Well, the pond. It's a reference to the Atlantic.

Woody: Why, Dr. Crane. The Atlantic is an ocean. How many of those have you had?

Frasier: Apparently, not enough.

Woody: Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?

Norm: Alright, but stop me at one. Make that one-thirty.

Woody: Sam, I found an apartment... It's got everything I ever wanted... a living room and a bedroom.

Sam: Isn't this in Chinatown?

Woody: I don't think so Sam.

Sam: Well yeah I think it is. Did there seem to be a lot of Chinese restaurants around?

Woody: Yeah, I guess so.

Cliff: Were there a lot of uh signs hanging hither and yonder in Chinese there?

Woody: Yeah, come to think of it.

Norm: Lots of Chinese people walking around in the street I suppose.

Woody: Yeah, but that could just be a coincidence you know. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll call my landlady. If anyone would know, Mrs. Chung would.