Daphne: Congratulations.
Roz: Oh, thanks. You know, I couldn't believe it myself. Brad MacNamara!
Frasier: Roz, I believe she was referring to your SeaBea nomination?
Daphne: No, I meant Brad MacNamara. Oh, do you think he wears any pants under that desk?
Roz: Not on my TV.

Daphne: How about a glass of champagne? Apparently it's French and unprepossessing.
Frasier: Oh, Daphne, save your breath. It could come out of a box and Roz would have a glass of it.

Daphne: You know, I must say, I am so proud of you, Roz, being recognized in a male-dominated industry. It's one more step forward for working women. You're a credit to our gender.
Roz: Well, thank you, Daphne. Oh, that reminds me, do you have a push-up bra I could borrow?
Daphne: I'll go and look.

Frasier: Oh, I know. Personalized gifts, uh, from oh, the new Tiffany's catalog.
Roz: That's good. That's it.
Frasier: I saw the most incredible cigarette cases in here.
Roz: No, no. No cigarette cases, it sends out a bad message.
Frasier: Oh, yeah.
Roz: Ooh, how about a silver flask?
Frasier: No, we've already got your vote, Roz.

Martin: Hold on a minute. Look, I may not know anything about show-business, but when you start sending out gifts to people who can do something for you, that's called bribery.
Frasier: It's a simple "Thank you" for a nomination.
Martin: Well, I'm glad to hear that. [takes catalog] Because if I had to give somebody a gift to get an award, it's not worth having. Might as well just go on down to the trophy store and buy one yourself. [throws catalog on the fire, then leaves]
Roz: I really want that award.
Frasier: Me too!
Roz: Get that catalog!

Martin: Well, you coming in or not?
Frasier: Dad, this is a big moment for me. I want to drink it in.
Martin: Me, too. Where's the bar?

Daphne: Hey, not so fast. Me shoes are killing me. I hate these shoes, I should never have let that salesgirl talk me into getting them.
Martin: They look real good on you, though.
Daphne: [cheering up] You think so?

Noel: A tip, Dr. Crane? If you're ever nominated again, there's a metered parking block three blocks away. They don't check after six! [to Roz] Oh, here are the car keys so you can drive us home. I have night blindness.
Roz: I wish I did.

Niles: Good evening, everybody.
Frasier: Oh, hi, Niles. Listen, thank you so much for coming. I know how you feel about this award, and about coming downtown after dark.

Niles: Hello, Daphne.
Daphne: Can you rub my feet?
Niles: Yes.
Frasier: Niles!