Beth: Gosh, I can't believe how big this city is.
Cliff: Yeah, yeah, quite a place. You know, Boston is the hub of Boston proper, which comprises some-- Ooh, there's probably, what, two and three-quarter million people spread out in 83 cities and towns.
Al: Get out of here.
Cliff: You question my figures?
Al: No, I want you to get out of here.

Diane: Frasier, for God's sake, hasn't this gone on long enough? If you're trying to make me feel guilty, you succeeded.
Frasier: Don't flatter yourself, Your Highness. I'm working here because I enjoy it. The Crane family is no stranger to hard work. I'll have you know that when my ancestors first came to this country, they had nothing but strong backs, a dream of freedom and a small personal fortune. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a life to live. Sam, where do you keep the Jonny Mop?

Frasier: Now listen to me, Woody. As healthy but moral human beings, you and Beth sublimated your lust into the sensual pleasure of eating. As your fondness grew, so did your appetites. Well, in short, food became your substitute for sex.
Norm: Vera became mine.
Woody: You really think that's what it is, Dr. Crane?
Frasier: Oh, yes, it's quite common. Well, for example, when Diane left Sam, and he started drinking again, he was filling the void that Diane left. And Diane filled her emptiness by toying with and destroying a man who's her cultural and intellectual superior in every way! You see the point I'm trying to make, Woody.
Woody: I don't wanna talk about it.
Frasier: I rest my case.
Carla: Go rest your mouth.