Sam: Oh, good morning there. Did you sleep okay?
Frasier: Not too well, Sam. You know, I'd have thought that that couch, after all the acrobatics you've done on it, would have a little more give. But I appreciate your hospitality.
Sam: Anytime, Fras.
Frasier: You know, I guess I ought to freshen up, huh? This is what it's come to. Bedding down in a bar, wearing the same clothes for two days in a row.
Norm: Yeah, well, the trick, Fras, is to take your sport coat off like that.
Frasier: Yeah?
Norm: And stand directly under the air conditioning duct for about, uh ten minutes. Take it from me, if you do that, you can go another couple days easy.
Frasier: Are you saying that you sometimes go for days at a time in the same clothes?
Norm: Oh, yeah, you get a look that works for you, you stick with it.

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: [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.