Frasier: Oh, look, his first smile.
Lilith: Darling face. As much as we would like to believe otherwise, we both know that newborn infants are incapable of revealing emotion through facial expression. It's probably just gas.
Both: Oh, his first gas!

Rebecca: See? This is really going to be big. You know, I'm going to call Mayor Flynn's office and see if they'll designate Cheers a landmark. I just wish I had an in with him.
Cliff: In? Well, I've been corresponding with his Honor for about a year now. Every week, I just write him a little missive. You know, talking about the running of our fair city. You might want to mention my name.
Rebecca: Right, Cliff. And when I speak to President Bush, I'll remember you to him, too.
Cliff: Ah, don't bother. We're not on speaking terms. He forgot to send me a "thank you" for the inaugural fruitcake I sent him.

Frasier: I can't believe we have a son. But, Lilith, when did all this happen?
Lilith: After the doctor discharged me, I looked for you, couldn't find you, so I took a cab. I gave birth in the back seat. The cabbie was nice enough to let me bite down on one of his foam rubber dice.
Frasier: Oh, my precious angel. You were so brave.
Lilith: The only problem was that every time I pushed, my feet kept opening the back door into traffic.
Frasier: The greatest moment of my life, and I missed it. You must want to kill me.
Lilith: Now, Frasier, now is not the time for reproaches. Now is the time to rejoice. The reproaches can come tomorrow and for the next 50 years.
Frasier: Is it any wonder I love you so?