Lilith: I'm going now. I'd like to leave a parting word. I want you to know that what I'm doing is very difficult. It is not to hurt Frasier. It's to acknowledge the fact that I'm changing. No one can go living year in and year out without ever changing. It's impossible. [looks at Norm and Cliff] Or at least it's very rare.

Lilith: Well, I'm off. I don't know what the future holds. Whatever happens, I only hope I can realize my full potential. To acquire things the old Lilith never had.
Carla: Like a body temperature?
Lilith: That's very good, Carla. Incidentally, I've taken your little wisecracks for a few years now, you hideous gargoyle, and if you ever open that gateway to hell you call a mouth in my direction again, I'll snap off your extremities like dead branches and feed them to you at gunpoint. God! That felt good.
Carla: Well... that was just plain rude.

Lilith: Frasier?
Frasier: Well, look who's here. I suppose this is the part where we fight over who gets to keep our friends.
Lilith: [looks around the bar] No.

Woody: Boy, Dr. Sternin-Crane having an affair with another guy. Mm, this reminds me of a terrible scandal we had back in Hanover. Rocked the whole town to its core. Mayor's wife ran off with old Mr. Smithers.
Frasier: Oh, that's not so scandalous, Woody.
Woody: Well, Mr. Smithers was a goat.
Sam: W-Woody, why... Why don't you take a break?
Woody: Again? Man, this day is flying!
Frasier: You know what the most painful thing about it is? I... I didn't see it coming. Lilith had an affair. I had no idea. Now she's leaving me and... There were no signs. Do you know what I mean, Sam? Sam?
Sam: I'm sorry. I'm still back on Mr. Smithers.

Carla: Well, Doc, if you ask me, you're wasting your time sitting around here feeling sorry for yourself, when you should be out there trying to get her back.
Frasier: How do you suggest I do that?
Carla: Get off your butt and take charge. Be a caveman. A woman likes that.
Frasier: Caveman?
Carla: Trust me. Nick Tortelli... now there was a caveman. In fact, the next time you see one of those drawings of how man evolved from the ape, look real closely at that second guy.

Cliff: Now, Doc, maybe there were signs, you were just too blind to see them. Yeah, I mean, what with Lilith, uh... spending every night late at work for the last six months. You know, whenever the two of you were together, you were just bickering all the time. And, worst of all, you know, you spend all your waking hours sitting in this bar.
Sam: Cliffy, I don't think he wants to...
Frasier: No, Sam, you know, I want to hear this. Maybe it's time somebody did splash the cold water of reality in my face. On the other hand, at least I'm not a career-stagnant, middle-aged mama's boy with little or no sexual experience.
Cliff: I know what you mean, Doc. We have a few of those at work... very sad.

Frasier: I can't believe she wants to leave me. I really blew it.
Norm: Well, Fras, you know, marriage is a very tricky thing. It takes a lot of work and sacrifice and compromise from both parties to keep it fresh and rewarding.
Frasier: How can you say that? You work less at your marriage than anyone else in the world!
Norm: I was hoping the irony would cheer you up.

Frasier: Boy, I've never felt so low in my life.
Cliff: Well, Doc, if it means anything to ya, I'm here for ya.
Frasier: It doesn't, Cliff, but thanks.

Frasier: Well, here we are. Is this it? Should l, uh call a lawyer, initiate divorce proceedings? It's up to you. You're the one making all the decisions, apparently.
Lilith: Frasier, I do not want a divorce. I want a trial separation. Furthermore, I'm going to be gone for a while, so I need to know that Frederick is being taken care of in the best manner possible. It would be irresponsible for me to take him from a comfortable and familiar home where he feels stable and secure. Therefore, I would like you to have sole custody for the period of time that I'm gone.
Frasier: Just like that? You're not only walking out on me, but on your own son as well.
Lilith: Oh, Frasier, you think this is easy for me? It's not! Please just promise me you'll take care of my son!
Frasier: Wouldn't have it any other way. Personally, I don't want him growing up in your swinging bachelorette pad, what with your love beads, your hi-fi and your Dave Brubeck albums!
Lilith: Frasier, if you can't get into the '90s, at least move into the '60s.

Dr. Louis Pascal: Lilith, you ready?
Lilith: Googie, I thought you were going to wait outside.
Dr. Louis Pascal: Before we leave there's something I have to say to your husband. Uh l- l- l know this is an awkward moment, Doctor, but I have to tell you. I was pulling up in front of the bar just now, and I seem to have dinged your BMW.
Frasier: Oh. Of course you did.
Lilith: Well, we're off. We've got to be going. Good-bye, Frasier.
Frasier: Good-bye, Lilith. Oh, there's just there's something I'd like to say. I know you've got a rough year ahead of you. You're in for some rocky times. l- l'm sure you'll experience some very painful moments, and when you do, I'd like you to feel free to call on me for sympathy and understanding.
Lilith: Thank you, Frasier.
Frasier: I was talking to Googie.