Frasier: You know, sitting here in my dinner jacket, I feel I should be tossing off brittle Noel Coward bon mots.
Lilith: Do you know any brittle Noel Coward bon mots?
Frasier: As a matter of fact, I do. It seems that after being told that a very boring acquaintance of his had put a bullet through his brain, Coward said, "He must have been a remarkable shot!" [laughs]
Lilith: Did he often find humor in the tragedy of others?
Frasier: Well, darling, you're missing the humor, dear.
Lilith: He got his jollies from massive head trauma?
Frasier: Don't- You're missing the whimsy.
Lilith: Oh, for God's sake, Frasier! Can you imagine the state of mind that would drive a man to do something like that? Can you picture the despair he must have felt facing a future in which any hope or joy seemed utterly impossible?
Frasier: I think I can picture that, dear.

Frasier: You know, kids, astrology is bad enough, but she's also a Cassandra into the bargain, always prophesying doom. You know, when Lilith and I got married, she predicted that our marriage would descend into a life of endless bickering.
Lilith: That's not exactly what she said, Frasier.
Frasier: Yes it is, word for word.
Lilith: No, you're misremembering, as usual.
Frasier: It's my story. Why can't you keep your oar out?
Lilith: Because inaccuracy is a mark of sloppy thinking.
Frasier: And what is butting in a mark of?!

Carla: Kelly. Kelly Kelly! [separates Woody and Kelly] Look, uh, I gotta ask you something. I'm making you guys an astrological marriage chart for a wedding present. And I gotta get some information.
Kelly: Oh, gee, I... I don't know my sign, but I know I'm not a Virgo.