Frasier: You all right?
Roz: Well, I was fine until I saw Julia in the parking lot. Why does she have to come here?
Frasier: For God's sake, Roz, I'm a little tired of hearing you complain about Julia all the time. Why don't you just give her a chance?
Roz: How about her? I've been working with her for over a month and she shows me no respect. She's mean and arrogant, but not in a funny way like you.

[A knock on the winnebago door]
Niles: Come in.
[Niles looks up:]
Daphne: Hello.
Niles: Daphne.
Daphne: I was wondering... if you might be free for a date?
Niles: Oh, my God, yes!
Daphne: There's plenty of time for that later. Let's get this bloody boat moving!
Niles: What, you mean now?
Daphne: There's about a hundred people back there I'm not so keen on seeing.
Niles: Well, all right, let's go then.
Niles: Fasten your seat belt, Daphne.
Daphne: Fasten yours, Niles.

Frasier: But clearly I was wrong. I mean, why on earth would I do such a thing?
Martin: Because you've always been gunning for that chair. I accidentally stain your carpet, and you set fire to the one thing in this apartment I care about and heave it out into the street!

Frasier: Well, since you've asked. I think in divorce we have painful feelings, which are, nevertheless, healthy feelings. We start to date too quickly and we want to be sure that that's not panacea for the pain.
Niles: Ooh, yes, you'll all find my brother's quite adept with those peppy little bromides. "Panacea for the pain." You can almost hear the phrase: "We'll be right back after these words from Pringles."

Frasier: Oh God, you haven't even heard the worst yet, Niles. The butcher shop was closed, so here I am with all my spices, everything I need to make my duck a l'orange, all I've got's the l'orange!

Roz: You are amazing!
Frasier: Is there nothing you won't stoop to?
Bebe: I had no idea who I was speaking to! [to Vera:] How dare you impersonate my niece! I've had enough of your cruel jokes. You're fired, mother!

Frasier: What the hell do you think you're doing?
Martin: I was working my magic on her. Why are you so upset?
Frasier: Because I'm working a little magic of my own. And your magic is mucking up my magic!
Martin: Well, I thought you brought her here for me.
Frasier: Since when do I bring you women?! What are you, the Sultan of Brunei?