Sam: Come on, man, she's just doing it to make you jealous.
Frasier: Oh, God, I'm losing her, Sam.
Sam: Oh, would you stop that? You're my friend. I'm never going to take a woman away from you.
Frasier: What about Diane?
Sam: And didn't God punish me with a vengeance?
Frasier: Well, yes, but gee whiz, Sam...

Carla: Champagne, huh?
Lilith: Well, wild romance is a fictive term with no correlation to any actual physiological behavior. We, nevertheless, like to humor convention by going through with these preposterous rituals.
Carla: Champagne, huh?

Frasier: So we're agreed then, right? Just plain simple gold wedding bands.
Lilith: With an exquisite marquise diamond on mine so we can tell them apart.
Frasier: You give me such glee. Here we are. Sit here, my betrothed. I'll go get us something to drink, and, oh, uh, exchange a few lies with my buds.
Lilith: I understand. Your daily dose of male bonding.
Frasier: Well, not for much longer. You know what's are breaking up that old gang of mine.
Lilith: As a guess, I'd say hypertension and cirrhosis.
Frasier: [laughs] You're irrepressible.