Sam: Hey Diane, shoot the damn film.
Diane: Would you tell Fellini, shoot the damn film? Would you tell Antonioni, shoot the damn film? Would you tell Bergman, shoot the damn film?
Sam: No, I'm telling you. Shoot the damn film.
Carla: Better yet, shoot the damn Diane.

Sam: Hey, have a good life.
Diane: Have a good life?
Sam: What?
Diane: Well, that's something you say when somethings over. Sam, I'm going away for six months. That's all. So no more of this 'Have a good life' stuff.
Sam: You never know. You could die, I could die, the world could end. One of us could bump our heads and wander the streets the rest of our lives with amnesia. Or maybe, one of us will decide we want something else.
Diane: None of those things will happen. I'll be back here. I will. I'll see you in six months, OK?
[Diane exits Cheers]
Sam: Have a good life....
Season 6

Sam: I see what you're doing here. You're trying to plant a seed in my brain.
Diane: Oh don't be silly. I know of nothing that grows in solid rock.

Sam: I'm not ready to own a home. You got to work up to that.
Norm: Sammy's right. It's a big responsibility. You got lawns to mow. You got plumbing to fix, gutters to clean. Then every couple of years you've got to paint the entire thing from top to bottom. Honestly I don't know where Vera gets the energy.
Frasier: Norm, you should be ashamed of yourself.
Norm: Yeah, I guess I should, shouldn't I? Well thank God I'm not.

Sam: That's it. We have always done things your way. I have bent over backwards to make you happy. I bought the ring you wanted. The china you wanted. The crystal you wanted. I even agreed to have a duvet cover on my bed. I don't know what a duvet is or what it's supposed to cover. When are we going to do something that I want to do?
Diane: May I remind you we're going to Disney World for our honeymoon.
Sam: Big deal. Who isn't?

Sam: The one thing I really hate is to eat alone. I always feel like someone's looking at me.
Diane: I'm the only one here.
Sam: Well you're looking at me.
Diane: You can either join me or I can eat with my eyes closed.

Sam: The point is you've got to get to know each other better if you're going to take a big step like this. You gotta get past this early infatuation and get to the point where you're sick and tired of each other; then you're ready for marriage. Look at Diane and me, we waited five years to get married. If it were up to me we'd wait another five.

Sam: What about Frasier? Frasier you look like you could use a pick me up.
Frasier: A hockey game? No, thank you. I've been to a bullfights in Spain and I've been to the altar with Diane. I think that's enough carnage for one life.

Sam: You wore your socks in the tanning booth?
Cliff: Well I've got to be careful, Sammy. The Clavin men have feet like a baby's bottom.
Carla: With faces to match.

Sam: You're just in time to see our masterpiece.
Diane: Should I alert Pauline Kael?
Sam: Well if you want to but tell her to get her butt in gear. We're about to start.

Sumner: Excuse me, young man. I'm Dr. Sumner Sloane. I'm looking for Diane Chambers.
Woody: Gee, I hope she's not sick.
Sumner: No, I'm not a medical doctor. I'm in the literature department at Boston University where I occupy a chair.
Woody: Hey don't worry about it. That's all I did in school too.

Woody: My first bachelor party. No dates, right?

Woody: What's the latest, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Zsa Zsa marries a millionaire. Peterson drinks a beer. Film at 11.

Woody: You know I was thinking about this the other day and I think in my next life I'd like to come back as the President of France.
Norm: Why is that, Wood?
Woody: Well I think it would attract a lot of business to the bar.

[Sam & Diane visit Dr Finch-Royce for the umpteenth time]
Diane: Doctor, there's still one thing you haven't considered...
Simon: [flustered] OK. Sam, Diane, you two are perfect together. I'm sorry I made a mistake before but you are the most perfectly matched couple ever. But, why am I telling this to you? Let's share it with the rest of the world. [shouts out the window] Hear this, world! The rest of you can stop getting married! It's been done to perfection! [gesturing to the furniture] Envy them, sofa, envy them, chair, for you shall never be as cozy as they for their union shall be an epoch-shattering success and I STAKE MY LIFE ON IT. Wait a moment, let me get this on record! [talks into his tape recorder] "I, Dr. Simon Finch-Royce, being of sound mind and body declare that Sam and Diane shall be happy together throughout all eternity and if I am wrong I promise I will take my own life in the most disgusting manner possible." Here, take the tape, NO, take the whole machine. It's my wedding gift to you. The most perfect couple since the DAWN of TIME.
Diane: [turns to Sam, beaming] See?