Diane: Frasier, may I have a word with you in private? It's about what happened tonight.
Frasier: Well, not now, Diane. You're interfering with male bonding. [toasts] To snipe hunting.
Norm: All right.
Frasier: The most humane of sports. No guns. No knives. Just a man and a plain simple bag.
Carla: Like you and Diane. [Frasier laughs]
Diane: Frasier.
Frasier: Oh, come on, Diane. Guys make jokes about their mates, right guys? Look, you probably all think I'm being a bit manic about this, but the fact is I haven't spent that much time out of doors in my life. And I was exhilarated by it. It was a revelation to me how quiet it was. I heard an owl for the first time. You know, I finally understand why guys get hung up on going to the woods. You know, camping, fishing.
Cliff: Yeah, yeah. Just wait until the first time you come back home with a snipe strapped to the hood of your car, huh?
Norm: Yeah, that's a thrill of a lifetime.
Frasier: My one regret is we didn't get a snipe. And it's all my fault. I let you guys down.

Norm: [enters] Afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm!
Sam: Hey, what's new, Normie?
Norm: Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach and they're demanding beer.
Coach: It's a world gone mad.

Coach: I know exactly what you're saying, Doc. I do. After all the years behind this bar, I've learned how to make a lot of people happy.
Frasier: How's that, Coach?
Coach: Well, whatever problem they got, I point out the bigger problem. Now, in your case, you know, you're going bald.
Frasier: I am? Now I'm depressed and losing my hair.
Coach: Oh, that's nothing. It's child's play compared to that big mole you got on your neck.
Frasier: Please, Coach, no more. I'm cheered up now.
Coach: Any time, Doc.