Frasier: Paul! [chuckles] Are you, uh, alone or did you bring some friends, Paul?
Paul: What's that supposed to mean?
Frasier: Well... Nothing. Come on in. Thanks for cheering me up.
Paul: I didn't come here to cheer you up. l, I came to say something. Everybody, there's, there's something I've got to say. Uh, Woody made some comments earlier, and at first I was angry, but then I got to thinking. I took a long hard look at myself. I'm 45 years old, my mother's dead, what am I waiting for? l... I guess what I'm trying to say is "World..."
Sam: Hey, Paul, this is Frasier's night. Do you mind?
Paul: You're right, Sammy. I'm sorry. Is there any pizza left?
Sam: I don't think so, Paul.
Frasier: Just, uh, make yourself at home, Paul.

Frasier: Divorce. Lilith wants a divorce. You know, l... I know we've been separated and I've been saying some pretty bitter things, but I guess deep down in my heart of hearts, I'd always hoped for some sort of a reconciliation. Now I just don't know how to feel.
Carla: Hey, you know, Fras, I went through this same thing when Nick left me. And the way I look at it, here's what you can do. You can get angry and bitter, learn to hate the world, snap at people.
Frasier: Or?
Carla: Or what?

Sam: Okay, everybody, let's lift our glasses here and toast Frasier's new-found freedom!
Guys: Yeah! Yeah!
Alan: Woody, you having a beer?
Woody: Why not? I'm a grown man, I'm an adult. I can handle my alcohol. Plus we're out of chocolate milk.