Norm: I wonder how Lilith is doing out there.
Lilith: [o.s.] And this time, just the women yodel.

Lilith: Quick. I need a blindfold and three sharp cleavers.
Rebecca: Lilith, you don't need that. The wedding's about to begin.
Lilith: Like hell. Not before my big finish.

Kelly: Excuse me. I'm just not sure how this applies to us.
Lilith: Your religious differences are extremely inconsequential. One is reminded of Gulliver's Travels in which two countries warred over which side of an egg gets cracked: The narrow end or the rounded end.
Kelly: Well, that's ridiculous. Of course it's the rounded end.
Woody: Oh, Kelly, I don't even know who you are anymore!

Frasier: Well, then where are you going to live? All right, let me guess. Don't tell me! You're going to move in with your boyfriend, Dr. Pascal!
Lilith: That's right, Frasier, I am.
Frasier: What's so great about this Pascal guy anyway, huh? I mean, the man is obviously a crackpot. All he's noted for is inventing this ridiculous bubble underground.
Lilith: It's called an Eco-pod, Frasier. A self-contained subterranean environment which will serve as a prototype for an eventual space station. Similar to the Biosphere, only on a much more ambitious scale.
Frasier: To be inhabited by moles and gophers, no doubt.
Lilith: Yes, it will house a variety of animal species. And, for the first year, two human subjects as well.
Frasier: Oh, really? And where in the world do you expect to find... Oh, no!
Lilith: Yes, Frasier, I'm off to live in the Eco-pod.
Frasier: Oh, no!
Lilith: It's a noble experiment. I'm a pioneer. The research we are going to do is going to aid all of humanity.
Frasier: This is the stupidest day I've ever had.

Lilith: Frasier. Frasier, I owe you an apology. I haven't been myself the past couple of days.
Frasier: No, darling. l, I trivialized your grief. A husband should be supportive. But, please help me. Help me. Meet me halfway. Why were you carrying a moribund rodent in your evening bag?
Lilith: I wasn't going to take him on our date. But I knew if I left him at the lab, they'd have given him to the undergraduates to dissect. I couldn't let that happen to Whitey. I just wanted to give him a decent burial.
Frasier: I'm, I'm so sorry. How could I have been so insensitive?
Lilith: Of course, I overreacted. But I think I know why. I was confronted for the first time with the death of someone close to me.
Frasier: I understand, dear. It's what we call a crisis.
Lilith: I know what we call it, Frasier. The upshot is I've never been more acutely aware of how precious and fragile life is for each of us.

Frasier: What is that heavenly aroma coming from the kitchen?
Lilith: Dinner.
Frasier: Oh, yes, of course, dinner. Well, I'm sorry I'm late, by the way. I got...
Lilith: No explanation is necessary. I know you far too well to have expected you to be on time tonight.
Frasier: Oh, right. Why is that?
Lilith: Because I've learned that a certain self-centered insensitivity is a fundamental part of your psychological makeup. And it only endears you to me.
Frasier: I'm so glad you shared that with me.

Lilith: You look wonderful, Rebecca.
Rebecca: Thank you.
Carla: Can you breathe in that thing?
Rebecca: I'm a little constricted.
Lilith: Perhaps it's the tight collar.
Rebecca: Or the ace bandage strapped around my breasts.
Lilith: Well, they interfered with the line of your jacket.
Rebecca: What do you think, Carla?
Carla: Well, turn around. [Rebecca turns around] Bind her butt, too.