Frasier: You know, it's uncanny, my darling, but there's not a room you step foot into where you're not the most beautiful woman there.
Lilith: That's deplorable sentence structure, Frasier. What you mean to say is that I am the most beautiful woman in any room I enter.
Frasier: Yes. Well, thank you for correcting me in front of 30 people.

Frasier: The thought of my Lilith having one last carnal fling with some fellow in a Speedo is beyond belief!
Norm: Now, Frasier, I mean, just 'cause some guy strips in her honor doesn't mean they're going to wind up in the sack together.
Frasier: Oh, no, no, no, you don't know my Lilith. I'll tell you, once her libido's cut loose, I mean, there's no tying her down. Unless, of course, that's what she's into for the evening.

Rebecca: Uh, Lilith? What do you say we have a little get-together at my place tonight?
Lilith: That would be lovely.
Rebecca: Now, you're gonna have to tell me who to invite, because I don't know... anything about you.
Lilith: I only wish there were some way I could repay you, Rebecca.
Rebecca: Oh, don't mention it.
Lilith: If you ever need to admit a family member to a mental institution, I could certainly speed up the paperwork.
Rebecca: That's very dear of you.