Frasier: Oh, my. Who is this fresh angel? Madeline Marshall, #47.
Roz: Ooh, manufactures her own line of sportswear!
Frasier: God, she's a stunning woman. "Single, patron of the arts, MBA at Stanford"- Well, if you have to go to school on the West Coast.

Martin: Hey Niles, how about a nice Havana to go with that wine?
Niles: Thank you. Aren't Cuban cigars illegal?
Martin: Yeah, I got a friend in Customs over at Sea-Tac. He confiscated them from some high school teacher
who claimed he was bringing them into the country for a civics lesson! I mean, when are people going to learn? Rules are only rules when they apply to everyone!

Mrs. Degas: Pardon, monsieur, are you not the one who gives advice on the radio?
Frasier: You listen to my show?
Mrs. Degas: No, but my sous-chef does, and I hear you when I walk back and forth through the kitchen.

Frasier: I couldn't just call her out of the blue. She doesn't even know who I am.
Roz: You're on the radio, a lot of people know who you are.
Frasier: Yes, well then why am I not in this magazine?
Roz: Because those are important people.

Bulldog: This Madeline Marshall, you know her?
Frasier: Well, no, no, I found her attractive, and Roz insisted on calling her.
Bulldog: Wow, small wonder: smart, sophisticated, and I like a woman who doesn't wear underwear.
Frasier: She's wearing a business suit.
Bulldog: That was a general comment.

Daphne: Mr. Crane, is the proper term "serial killer" or "serial murderer?"
Martin: Serial killer, why?
Daphne: Oh, just letting me old mum know what's going on in Seattle. She worries when she doesn't hear from me.

Martin: You're in a fine mood. What's the matter with you?
Frasier: Madeline and I are going to Bora Bora tomorrow.
Martin: Why do bad things happen to good people?

Martin: Hey, let me ask you one question, Frasier. Did you feel a spark when you met this woman?
Frasier: Like fireworks.
Martin: Well, then go for it! You know, these things don't happen that often. It's like when I met your mother. It was at a crime scene. Hester was a psychiatrist, so every now and again the department would have her run up a profile of a suspect. I remember the first time I met her. It was over the chalk outline of a murder victim. One look at her hair, silhouetted against the flashing blue light of the coroner's wagon and I was a goner. She drew a little smile on the head of the outline, and I drew a pair of eyes, and before you knew it we were laughing like a couple of kids.
Frasier: Dad, you're a ghoul.
Martin: I was joking. We couldn't draw on the outline, they hadn't moved the body yet.

Frasier: Okay, but don't think I don't know that you're mostly excited just to get me out of the house for a week.
Martin: [to Daphne] It will be sweet, won't it?

[As Frasier stands out on the balcony, Madeline appears from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel]
Madeline: Frasier.
[Frasier turns around. The towel is thrown to the floor]
Frasier: Oh, my God!
Lilith: Frasier?
[On the next balcony, Lilith turns around]
Frasier: Oh, my God!