Niles: If you ask me, Frasier, your trepidation is well-founded. It is possible to move a relationship along too fast, and ultimately marry too hastily. You could find, a few years down the line, that the person isn't really right for you, [getting worked up] and then what happens if you meet the right person, someone who really excites you and makes you feel alive, but you can't act upon it because you're trapped in a stale, albeit comfortable Maris! ... Marriage. I have to go now.

Roz: If you're looking for yourself, you're not in there.
Frasier: Oh. [keeps flipping]
Roz: And your brother Niles isn't in there either.
Frasier: Cool! [notices]

Frasier: Oh, all right. "Once more unto the breach." [picks up the phone] Hello, this is Dr. Frasier Crane. I know
we've never met, but you know, from everything I know about you, you just seem like the most fascinating person. I was just wondering if- Well, why don't I just come out and say it? Would you be so good as to have dinner with me tonight? Oh, well. Well, that's very gracious of you to accept, Chester, but I didn't mean you. Roz, you could have told me she was on line two!
Roz: You could have asked.

Daphne: Dr. Crane has a blind date tonight.
Niles: Really, with who?
Frasier: Madeline Marshall. She has her own sportswear concern, and according to "Seattle" magazine, she is the forty-seventh hottest person in Seattle.
Niles: That article was a sham.
Martin: Not in it, huh?
Niles: Can you believe it?

Frasier: Well, you know, I couldn't help being flattered when you told me that you knew my show. Can I count you among my devoted listeners?
Madeline: Well, actually my secretary listens to it. But I try to catch as much as I can when I cross back and forth through her office.

Madeline: Well, for starters, why is a man as charming as you still out there?
Frasier: Well, actually, I- I'm recently divorced.
Madeline: Oh, thank goodness. For a second there I thought you were one of those strange single men still living with his parents!
Frasier: Yeah, yeah, your heart really has to go out to those sad sacks.

Daphne: Oh, I love to see a man with a cigar. It reminds me of my grandfather. Morning to night, he used to sit with a great big stogie dangling from his lips. Oh, the hours we kids used to spend sitting on his lap, playing with the yellow whiskers beneath his nose. Then he'd take out his teeth with the cigar still in them and chase us around the room. We'd all laugh and laugh. Then, suddenly, Grandpa's mood would change and we'd all have to run for our lives. You can't buy memories like that.

Madeline: O.K., now for the really big question: When?
Frasier: Well, the minute we get there.
Madeline: No, actually, I meant when do we go?
Frasier: Oh, oh, let's see.

Martin: Ah, they don't write songs like that anymore.
Niles: This is really what "men" do, isn't it, Dad?
Martin: Yeah. This, and some things outdoors, but we'll just stick to this for now.
Niles: You know, these last few nights have been very pleasant, Dad. You and me, sitting together, appreciating these fine cigars. Who would have thought a simple Cuban peasant somewhere in the Sierra Maestra would bring a father and son closer together?
Martin: Yeah. Must make that dime he gets for a whole day's work a lot more satisfying.

Frasier: Dad, I thought I asked you to smoke those things out on the balcony.
Martin: It's cold out there.
Frasier: Fine, all right. Maybe an errant ash will flick off and ignite your easy chair.