Martin: He's been nominated for this award eleven times and he's never won it.
Frasier: Really? Jeez, I didn't know that.
Daphne: Well, I'm afraid he's just going to have to lose again, right Dr. Crane?
Martin: Well, if he does you can always cheer him up by sending him something nice from your little gift shop.

Fletcher Grey: Would you believe that I even considered campaigning for it this year? You know, sending out gifts, throwing one on those parties. Bet you'd have something to say on your radio program about someone who's that self-absorbed.
Martin: I bet he could do a whole hour on it.

Bebe: Sorry. I've been detained, dear.
Frasier: Oh, hi, Bebe.
Bebe: Civilization will not advance one iota until they start putting more toilets in the ladies room.

Frasier: You know, Fletcher Grey really deserves this award. If we win, can't we just not accept it?
Roz: [grabbing him by the shirt] Listen, Frasier! I have waited ten years to get this award and if I have to crawl over Fletcher Grey's mother to get it, I'll do it!
Frasier: Roz, I- I've never seen you like this before.
Roz: It isn't pretty, is it?

Frasier: If we win this thing, they're gonna lynch us!
Roz: So what? At least everyone will see my dress.

Frasier: Good. We can share it with Fletcher.
Roz: I don't want to share it! I'm already sharing it with you!

Martin: Listen, Frasier. I don't agree with the way you went about it, but I'm still sorry that you lost. It's never easy to lose.
Frasier: Thanks, Dad.
Martin: Of course, if you would have joined some organized sports when you were a kid, when the lessons of winning and losing could have been learned at an early age, you might have-
Frasier: Dad!
Martin: All right. Sorry, wrong time. We'll talk about it tomorrow over breakfast.