Roz: It's O.K., Frasier, you've thanked me every day for the last two weeks.
Frasier: Yes, yes, but if it hadn't been for you, I never would have met... Madeline. It's just- You know, we went out
again last night, and it's just perfect between us! We talk, we can laugh at the same—
Roz: Just stop. Did it ever occur to you that since I'm in one of the worst dating droughts of my entire adult life, that to hear you prattling on like a giggling schoolgirl about your storybook romance might be the teensiest bit irritating?
Frasier: No, it hadn't, and you're right, Roz. I'm sorry, sometimes I can be so insensitive. But, you know, Madeline's helping me with that, she is so good. She is so good, in, like, every way!
Roz: God!
Frasier: All right, I'm sorry. It's just that I haven't felt this way since, since my divorce. Everything seems so right.
You know, I haven't said this out loud, but here goes: it's possible that she could be the woman I spend the rest
of my life with.
Roz: Go. Go do that. Get married, have a couple of kids, move out to the country, buy a puppy, live happily ever after! Just don't tell me about it, I need a boyfriend!
Frasier: Dear Roz. Dear, silly Roz. Dear, silly, horny Roz.

Frasier: Let's go tomorrow.
Madeline: You're on.
Frasier: I know the perfect place. Bora Bora!
Madeline: Hubba Hubba!

Martin: Ooh, now there's a talent.
Niles: I'll say. Just how do you do that?
Daphne: Oh, it's really very simple. Let me show you, it's all in the tongue. [pulls him close and purses his lips with her fingers] That's right, just purse your lips and pucker up like a little goldfish. Mmm. Mmm. Just like that. Very good. You got it.
[Frasier enters]
Frasier: Niles, what are you doing?
Niles: I'm learning how to blow smoke.
Frasier: Where?

Daphne: Well, Dr. Crane, if you'd like a feminine point of view: just shut your bloody cake hole and go! I mean, look what happened when you took a chance and called this woman, you've been whistling a happy tune ever since.