Roz: Well, I went to a party once where we each went around the room and confessed our most shameful secret. Except it had to be something that you've never told anyone before.
Niles: Oh, I don't think that's something we really want to get into.
Daphne: No, sounds like fun.
Niles: Okay, I'll go first. Oh, let's see. All right, well, Daphne, you might as well make your acquaintance with my dark side. In fifth grade, there was a bully, Jack Winfield, who was bothering a lot of the girls, so one day I waited for him outside of school and gave him a sound thumping.
Martin: Wasn't that the kid with rickets?
Niles: Rickets and a smart mouth.

Frasier: Well, I'm off to pick up Lana.
Niles: You're oddly chipper about it.
Frasier: Well, of course I am, Niles. The sooner I deliver her to the surprise party, the sooner I can cast my net of romance over a butterfly named Claire. You know, I've got a good feeling about this one.
Niles: Oh Frasier, you always have a good feeling. You think it's going to be perfect, and then when she turns out not to be the Kierkegaard-reading, soufflé-baking, haiku-writing cellist, you're disappointed. You have to learn to settle.
Daphne: What does that mean?
Frasier: Have fun, Niles.

Frasier: Thanks a lot. I was interested in her.
Niles: Well, how was I supposed to know?
Frasier: I was speaking German!
Niles: Oh, yes, the language of love.