Martin: Well, look at him, he's happy again. Could that have been all it was, he was missing his favorite doll?
Frasier: I guess Dr. Shaw was wrong after all. He wasn't taking his cue from us, was he?
Niles: Well, we were certainly taking a cue from Eddie. I've never been so depressed.
Roz: Tell me about it.
Daphne: Yeah, I wish I was a dog. All it takes is a little toy to make him happy again.

Frasier: I'm afraid we're a bit more complex than that, Daphne. We know for whom the bell tolls.
[A bell tolls]
Martin: Anybody else hear that? ...
Daphne: Oh, the biscuits.
Frasier: Daphne, by "biscuits" do you mean cookies?
Daphne: Yeah, that's right.
Martin: Smell good.
Niles: Fresh from the oven...
Roz: All nice and warm...
Daphne: Yes, and I have a fresh pitcher of milk for dipping.
Frasier: Oh, and I believe there's ice cream, too!
[Everyone skips off to the kitchen in delight]

Niles: Well, the crisis has passed. She just needed a little rest. Fortunately, I remembered to bring her sleep mask.

Dr. Shaw: Well, I have my diagnosis.
Frasier: Finally, the white smoke.

Roz: Thank you, Frasier.
Frasier: My pleasure.
Roz: A gorgeous doctor, and I didn't get you anything. So, what kind of doctor is he?
Frasier: A gynecologist.
Roz: That's not funny.
Frasier: What's the matter?
Roz: He really is? Oh God, I can't go out with a gynecologist. Do you know what they do all day?
Frasier: I have a general idea.