Lilith: Dr. Brian Patchett, I'd like you to meet Madeline Marshall, and Dr. Frasier Crane.
Brian: Your ex-husband? You're making a joke!
Lilith: No, God is.

Frasier: Of all places, Lilith, why did you bring him here?
Lilith: Well, it was spectacular five years ago when you brought me, it's even more breathtaking now.
Frasier: But this was our place. How could you bring someone else? [Madeline walks out] Oh, here. Lilith, I'd like you to meet Madeline Marshall.

Madeline: So you're here with someone?
Lilith: Why does everyone keep asking me that? Yes, I am.

Frasier: Oh, well, Madeline is just hilarious! She also designs her own line of sportswear.
Lilith: I'm sorry, I don't think I've ever worn sportswear.

Frasier: Well, you don't want to be late for the ballet.
Martin: I do! When those ballet guys start flying around in those tight pants, I don't know where to look.
Daphne: Oh, that reminds me, I've got to bring my binoculars.

Frasier: You see how Mr. Perfect kept rubbing it in, just to get my goat?
Madeline: Frasier, relax.
Frasier: Oh, like he had to climb that tree to get her a coconut. There were three of them on the ground!

Daphne: Oh now, don't you worry, Dr. Crane. Ms. Marshall's going to forgive you. Women always appreciate a man who's sensitive enough to try again. That's why they call us the "fair sex." All right then, let's go see some leaping Russian stags!

Madeline: You know what might be better? If I tell you how I've got it worked out. The minute you saw Lilith, you wanted to leave, but I wouldn't let you. You said you couldn't handle it, and by God, you were right. You panicked, and your panic took a bad turn. A spectacularly bad turn. Anyway, that's how I've got it worked out in my head, and it's fragile, so let's not mess with it. So, why don't you mix up a pitcher of Mai-Tai's and give me a kiss? I'll let you guess which I want first.
[Frasier walks over and kisses Madeline]
Madeline: Guess again.

Frasier: Everyone, we have some very happy news: Lilith is going to be married again.
Martin: To who?
Frasier: Someone else.
[Martin drops his cane and rushes across the room to shake Lilith's hand]
Martin: Oh, that's great! Congratulations! Wonderful!

Lilith: Well, I hope you haven't found all this too unsettling.
Frasier: No, no. You know, I think it's actually good that you're getting remarried. I mean, otherwise we could have spent the rest of our lives wondering whether our divorce was a mistake, if we should have tried to work it out. Was it me, was it you, was it us, was it you?