Frasier: Carla, please! Lilith is mourning the loss of a close friend.
Carla: What's the big deal? You go find another rat to hook up to your electrodes.
Lilith: My research never harmed Whitey in any way. In fact, he had everything a rat could want. If he needed it, I gave it to him. That rat was the envy of others.
Frasier: You know, that's true, but I got over it.
Lilith: I miss him so much. [brief, spluttering sobs]
Frasier: Let it out, darling.
Lilith: I am.

Frasier: You know, I'm just a bit stressed today. Lilith and I have been looking for a preschool for Frederick. Tomorrow we've got an interview with the administrators of the Magic Hours Learning Center.
Sam: You know, I don't get that. Now, this is your kid, your money-- why aren't you interviewing them?
Frasier: Well, the beauty of private education, Sam, is that they're able to weed out the unacceptable lowlifes. I just pray I'm not one of them.
Cliff: Wa-wa-wa-wa-wait a second here. Uh, what's the matter with public school? I went to public school.
Frasier: [smiles] I love you, Cliff. Don't ever change.

Frasier: [enters] Afternoon, all.
Woody: Hey, how's it going, Dr. Crane?
Frasier: Oh, the usual. The crying, the tantrums, the bed-wetting.
Woody: Yeah. That's fatherhood.
Frasier: No, that's my therapy group. What a bunch of losers.