Georges: Ah, Monsieur, so nice to see you again. Your special table is ready for you.
Frasier: And the wine?
Georges: As you requested, monsieur.
Frasier: Right. And the roses?
Georges: I'm so sorry, monsieur, I felt that the scent would distract from the wine's distinctive bouquet.
Frasier: You forgot them, didn't you?
Georges: Yes, forgive me.

Charlotte: So, good news. I met this great woman today. How do you feel about dating someone a little taller than you?
Frasier: How much taller?
Charlotte: I don't know exactly, but I did have to turn off the ceiling fan.
Frasier: Well, let's just put her in the maybe pile, shall we?

Georges: Your flowers as requested, monsieur. [noticing Frank] I'm sorry, I thought you were to be deux.
Frasier: Yes, well, now we are trois. Thank you, Georges, could you bring us another glass, please.
Georges: Yes, I understand, monsieur. It is most sophisticated of you.

Daphne: Oh, Martin, it's beautiful.
Roz: She's gonna love this.
Martin: Thanks. I forgot I had it. I bought it years ago for Sherry, but then we broke up.
Daphne: You can't give Ronee a used ring!
Martin: Sherry never touched it.
Roz: Well, it doesn't matter. Ronee deserves something you picked out just for her.
Martin: Well, she'll think I picked this out just for her.
Daphne: But you didn't.
Martin: But she'll think I did.
Daphne: But you didn't.

Frasier: Oh, hey, Roz. What are you doing here?
Roz: Oh, hi. I was just shopping around the corner, thought I'd stop by.
Frasier: Oh, gosh, well unfortunately I have a date.
Roz: That's okay, I have one myself. With Steve.
Frasier: Oh, yes, your convict friend. Do you think that's wise?
Roz: The man made one mistake. Besides, I don't know any guy who's not a little fascinated by fire.
Frasier: Yes, and a felon now knows where you live.
Roz: I'm not a total idiot. [answering her cell phone] Hello? Oh, yeah, hi, Steve. I'm grabbing my coat, I'll be right down.

Niles: So, you have a date tonight.
Frasier: Yes, yes, actually Charlotte and I have been out three times this week. We've been wine tasting, beach-combing, and we actually shared a blanket in a horse-drawn carriage.
Daphne: I take it Frank's off in the mountains again?
Frasier: Oh, no, he was there, too.

Charlotte: We brought some movies. We couldn't agree on which one to watch, so you break the tie.
Frasier: Hmm. "The Perfect Storm" or "When Harry Met Sally." I guess I'm going to have to go for "When Harry Met Sally."
Frank: Yes! He'll have what I'm having!

Frasier: Hey, Daphne, Niles. Listen, the opera tickets are right there by the phone. Wish I could use them myself.
Niles: You know, if you'd gotten a third, you could take that couple you're dating.
Frasier: Yes, that's very droll.

Daphne: How'd he hurt himself, anyway?
Frasier: Well, he strained his back carrying me over a brook.
Niles: You wounded him and you're stealing his woman in the same day?
Frasier: Well, I didn't ask the man to carry me! He simply hoisted me over his shoulder before I could stop him. That's not something you get used to, no matter how many times it happens.

Martin: Don't you worry about it. You just do what you gotta do.
Frasier: Thanks, Dad. Wish me luck. I'm making her beef bourguignon from a new recipe.
Daphne & Martin: Good luck.
Niles: Flour the beef.