Frasier: Well, it's always good to see justice done, but I have to tell you, I hate to think of that poor man in prison. Those wretched places are filled with the worst degenerates, the most worthless dirty scum ever on this planet.
Norm: Frase, why would you say that?
Frasier: Well, I was a prison counselor. You know, very often, I was their only friend.
Robin: [to Rebecca] I must run. I have a meeting with counsel to discuss my defense strategy. Can't have you be the bride of a convict.
Frasier: If he goes to jail, he'll be the bride of a convict. The social life of those people is shocking.
Rebecca: Have you ever thought about what it would be like to be without Vera for twenty years?
Norm: Oh my God.
Rebecca: You see. You'd miss Vera.
Norm: Oh, I thought you said beer.
Jim Montgomery: [talking for the Lillian Corporation Board of Directors] We know you've been trying to buy back this bar for some time now, and we've decided as a token of our gratitude, the least we can do is sell it to you at a reduced price.
Sam Malone: You're kidding. How much?
Jim Montgomery: One dollar. Take it or leave it.
Sam Malone: This bar? I give you a dollar and this bar is mine?
Jim Montgomery: That's right, Mr. Malone. Nice catch.
Sam Malone: I can't believe this, this bar is mine, all I have to do is give you a doll...
[Sam looks into his empty wallet]
Sam Malone: Oh, sh, shoot, shoot...
Sam Malone: [to Norm and Frasier] Hey, give me a dollar, huh.
Norm Peterson: I'm all tapped out, Sam.
Sam Malone: Hey, anybody, pl... Hey Woody, give me a dollar, man.
Woody Boyd: Hey, you already owe me a dollar, Sam.
Carla LeBec: Sam, I got a quarter.
Cliff Clavin: Oh, hey Sammy, here's a dime.
Pete: Here's four bits.
Sam Malone: Right. I, uh, OK I got eighty-five cents here.
Jim Montgomery: I'll take it.
Sam Malone: Hey, guys. I low-balled him.
Sam Malone: [caressing the bar after he'd bought it back] My bar... my glasses, my taps...
Sam Malone: [a beautiful woman walks by, Sam gasps] My, my, my...