Diane: Dennis Koffman is a brilliant puppeteer. He does a wonderful Punch 'N Judy.
Carla: He better have a wonderful punch if he's going to dress like Judy.
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Diane: When I first walked into this place, I felt like an alien and four years later, I still feel like an alien.
Carla: Well, if the antena fits.
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Sam: Speaking of depths, would I sink to one if I were to suggest that we take this conversation over to my place?
Diane: Sam, my God.
Sam: Oh, dear. What?
Diane: I wasn't expecting this. I'm experiencing emotions I haven't felt for so long. My heart's saying, "yes," my mind's saying, "no."
Sam: Well, why don't you let some other part of your body break the tie for you?
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Diane: We always get into so much trouble when we talk. Let's not...let's do.
Lilith: Good afternoon, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: Dr. Sternin. What a lovely surprise.
Lilith: I hope I can regard that as civility in light of today's situation, rather than sarcasm at my expense.
Frasier: No. That was completely at your expense.
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Frasier: You know you perplex me.
Lilith: Oh?
Frasier: Yes. Normally people of your limited physical appeal, make up for it with an actual personality.
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Lilith: Well, I suppose I am a little sensitive when it pertains to my appearance.
Diane: Well, if I may be so bold as to step into your arena, I believe that Frasier's hostility is masking a deep attraction to you.
Lilith: [does three little smirk laughs, clears her throat] Thank you, Diane. It's been a long time since I've had such a good laugh.
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Diane: Sam, hand me my purse, please. Oh! And I'm going to be taking my lunch break hour a little early today.
Sam: Thank you for showing up at all.
Diane: [smiling] You're welcome.
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Lilith: You know, I've always envied women, like you, who could simply tumble out of bed each morning looking blond and perky.
Diane: Oh, well. I must admit, in my case, there's a little labor involved.
Carla: A little labor? She calls in local 416.
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Diane: Oh, yes. The concert: by myself. I’ll go and sure I’ll be alone, but I don’t care because I’m in love. And I know my fellow loves me. He just doesn’t know it yet. So I’ll go to this concert, listen to the music, and dream of the day that he’ll be sitting beside me. Holding my hand, sharing the moment, that’s my dream. And mine alone. And no one can—
Carla: [screaming in Sam’s ear] GET HER OUT OF HERE!
Sam: I’ll go.
Diane: Only if you really want to.
Sam: [comes out from behind the bar] But this is not a date. The fact that we sit together has nothing to do with anything. We’re going to take separate cabs, I will not talk to you during intermission, I’m not going to take you anywhere afterwards, and we will not mention this ever again, ok? [Sam goes out the door]
Diane: Is that love or what?