Frasier: My God, let's see, they've got Sky, Zena, and Slate.
Daphne: I don't think someone called Frasier should be pointing any fingers.

Niles: Double latte, full fat, chocolate shavings.
Frasier: Ah, the self-pity special.
Niles: I've had a hellish week. To top it all off, old Reggie Belknapp, the president of our wine club, kicked the bucket. The man's body was not even properly chilled before the club jackals began angling to succeed him. You've never seen such vicious, cutthroat conniving!
Frasier: Who's winning?
Niles: Well, Maris, of course, but just barely. Matthew Pym tried to stage a coup! Fortunately, Maris has photos she took at his wedding. Photos that clearly show the label on the champagne he served.
Frasier: Domestic?
Niles: Oh-ho-ho-ho, not just domestic. From ... Connecticut.

Frasier: Now, listen Niles, I care for her just as little as you do, but she is a terrific agent, which is why I overlook
the fact that she's pushy and obnoxious and the most appalling phony I've ever known. [turns around] Bebe, darling, how are you!

Bebe: Oh, that big strapping chest of yours is all congested. You just say the word, and I'll tell the station you have some coughing up to do... and so do they.
Frasier: Bebe, this fever of mine, how much higher do you think it might go?
Bebe: I'm guessing thirty to forty percent above where it is now.
Niles: Forty percent?
Frasier: Well, what else can I say but, uh... Ah-choo!

Frasier: Eleven forty-five. Oh, God. It's over. They've made the decision, it's over. Well, it was a fun run while it lasted, eh, Seattle? [opens the balcony door] This is Dr. Frasier Crane! And I was listening!

Bebe: Why are you so tense? This is the best part. What could be more fun than this?
Frasier: Watching a loved one be autopsied?

[Doorbell rings]
Bebe: I'll get it.
Frasier: Oh, no, no, no, that's not necessary.
[Bebe opens the door to Niles]
Bebe: Good morning, Niles. What a lovely surprise. We were just about to sit down to a big family breakfast. Won't you join us?
[Niles rings the doorbell again]
Frasier: Come on in, Niles, it's all right.

Frasier: Oh dear, Dad, if you're going to be so devilishly subtle, how will I ever get your point?
Martin: All right, well, call me old-fashioned. I think that when you sign a contract, you stick to it. A man's only as good as his word.
Frasier: Yes, well, my words have doubled the station's ad revenues. All they've shown me for thanks is a measly eight-percent raise.
Martin: Oh, so what? In thirty years on the police force, you think I ever went to the sergeant and said, "Hey, I'm shooting way more bad guys than I thought I would, how about a bonus?"

Frasier: They're interviewing people?
Roz: All day. And they're really hot on this woman who has some gardening show. She calls herself "Ma Nature." I can't work for her, Frasier, you should see her nails.

Frasier: Oh, all right, just go ahead, get your shots in.
Niles: No, no. I'm just glad your all right. I would have assumed she killed after mating.