Look, Frasier, this is a very big night for me, so please, please don't spoil it by making fun of who I brought.
Frasier: I thought you were bringing Brad MacNamara?
Roz: Well I was, but he got called out on a story at the last minute. Some hospital went up in flames. Do you know anyone who has worse luck than I do?
Noel: Hi, Dr. Crane. [gives Vulcan salute]

Bebe: Bebe Glaser, Frasier's agent.
Niles: Dr. Niles Crane, Frasier's brother.
Bebe: You're not a psychiatrist too?
Niles: Yes.
Bebe: Oh, please! If I'm ever to have a breakdown, let me have it now. [to Niles] Double-double decaf, to go.

Roz: [answering the phone] Hello? Oh, hi, Millie. You're kidding. You're kidding! Oh, you're kidding, that's great! Thanks, bye. [puts the phone down]
Frasier: We got the nomination!
Roz: No, Millie in Promotions is getting married.
Frasier: Damn it, Roz!

Martin: I'd say this calls for a toast. To my number one son. Congratulations on your first nomination for... well, anything. Frasier, I'm proud of you.

Roz: I'm sorry, but I was up in the newsroom, trying to find out if they've announced the nominations for the SeaBeas yet.
Frasier: Oh, I forgot. Are those coming out today?
Roz: You forgot? They're only the biggest award in Seattle radio!
Frasier: Well, I suppose it's the difference in our ages, but I don't find myself getting excited about ... well, much of anything anymore.
Noel: Congratulations, guys.
Frasier: Yes! Yes! We got the nomination.
Roz: Who did you hear it from?
Noel: Oh, I haven't heard anything, I was just congratulating you on doing a great show. If anyone deserves a nomination, you guys do.
Frasier: ... Get out, Noel.

Bebe: You, Frasier Crane M.D., PhD, S-T-U-D, are the man of the hour.

Roz: You want to hear the greatest part? I've already got a date for the ceremony: Brad MacNamara.
Frasier: The Channel Eight reporter? "Television's Most Handsome Man."
Roz: Yes. You know, for months he wouldn't give me the time of day, but one little nomination and he knew who I was.
Bebe: Who are you?
Roz: I'm Roz Doyle. Frasier's producer.
Bebe: Oh, yes that's right, I've seen you bring him coffee. By the way, would you mind getting mine?

Frasier: I'd better get myself on the ball here, I've got a lot to do.
Bebe: Oh, not really, darling. I've already got your tux, rented you a limo and your tickets will be waiting for you at the door.
Frasier: Well, seems the only thing you haven't taken care of is finding me a date.
Bebe: Your subtlety floors me. I'd love to. I am thrilled, thrilled, thrilled for you both, but I've got to run. Two of my other clients weren't nominated and I have to tell them what a worthless award this is.

Daphne: Oh, this champagne is delicious.
Frasier: Mmm. It's quite exquisite, isn't it? Dad, what do you think?
[Martin returns from the kitchen with a can of beer, which he pours into the champagne glass]
Martin: I was in the mood for something domestic.

Daphne: You know, I must say, Dr. Crane, it's awfully nice that, although I'm an employee here, you include me in all the family celebrations.
Frasier: Well, Daphne, there's never been any doubt that I, I think of you as my equal in every way.
[The doorbell rings. Frasier sits down as Daphne sips her champagne. When it rings again, Frasier glares at Daphne until she moves.]
Daphne: Oh, I'll get it.
Frasier: Oh, would you?
Daphne: Would you like me to announce your visitor?
Frasier: Oh, just answer the door!