Frasier: You know, Daph, we really are going to miss you around here.
Daphne: It's going to be hard for me, too. Something I haven't even wanted to think about, leaving. I know I grumble a bit, but I do love you and your father. I'll still come around, though. We'll all still see each other.
Frasier: You know what?
Daphne: What's that, Dr. Crane?
Frasier: Dad's chair.
Daphne: I'm not taking it with me if that's where you're heading.
Frasier: It's so comfortable.
Daphne: You took quite a few of those pills, didn't you? ... You know what's curious, though?
Frasier: Cats!
Daphne: [laughs] Yes. But I'm talking about our little mix-up. When I said to your father, "Dr. Crane's in love with me," he said it's been going on for six years now. What did he mean by that?
Frasier: Oh, that. He meant Niles.
Daphne: What?
Frasier: Niles. He's crazy about you.

Martin: Hey, Daph. [no response] What's wrong? Are you all right?
Daphne: Well, actually no. I overheard something I wasn't supposed to hear. It's about Dr. Crane. I overheard him say he's in love with me.
Martin: What?
Daphne: And he wants to show me how much he loves me while he still has the chance.
Martin: Oh, jeez, not this.
Daphne: You knew about this?
Martin: Look, I'm not getting in the middle of this.
Daphne: Then it's true?
Martin: Look, I kept my mouth shut for six years, I'm not saying anything now. [exits to kitchen]
Daphne: Six years? He's felt this way for six years?
Martin: You didn't hear that from me.

Daphne: Good Lord! Queen Elizabeth had another baby? I don't care what science can do, it's just not right.

Frasier: Oh, my God. It's been a little tender lately. I went to see the doctor last week. He told me there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.
Martin: Oh, doctors never tell you anything. They're all just a bunch of overpaid quacks. Oh, I'm sorry, I don't mean you. I mean, I'm talking about real doctors.

Frasier: Yes well, let's just see what other wonders occurred on that day. "Suspected pinko ousted from crossing guard post". What a jolly world I was born into.

Roz: Are you sure you're up to this?
Frasier: Oh, I'll be fine, Roz. I'm not as delicate as all that.
Roz: How did you do it anyway?
Frasier: Blowing out a cupcake.

[Niles emerges from the kitchen to find Frasier sitting on Martin's chair]
Niles: Oh, my God! Did you fall?
Frasier: No, I'm actually quite comfortable, Niles. And look, there's no glare on the television. And here's a lovely place to set your drink.
Niles: Just give me your hand and whatever the chair's telling you, don't listen.
Frasier: No, Niles, no. It's helping my back, actually. You know, and when you sit in it, you don't have to look at it.

Frasier: Daphne, Dad told me that you overheard me.
Daphne: He did?
Frasier: Yes.
Daphne: Well, I certainly picked the wrong person to confide in.
Frasier: No, no, no. I'm glad he told me, because the truth is you misunderstood. You see, when I said how much I cared about you, I didn't mean it in a romantic sense.
Daphne: Then you don't love me?
Frasier: Oh, no, of course I love you, Daphne, but as a friend, that's all.
Daphne: Oh. Oh, thank God! What a relief! I mean I was flattered, but...

Martin: [through radio strapped to Eddie] Come on, rirfday boy. Wakey, wakey. Time for cakey.
Frasier: Dear God, has a year passed already?

Frasier: Well, isn't this festive. Oh, Daphne, by the way, thank you for the massage. I think it did just the trick.
Daphne: Anytime, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: Listen, um, just before I drifted off I'm afraid I might have said something I wish I hadn't.
Daphne: Yes?
Frasier: It's about Dad's chair. I mean, it may be comfortable but I still want to get it out of here.
Daphne: [tense] Oh, that.
Frasier: Why, I didn't say anything else I shouldn't have said, did I?
Daphne: Well... No. No. And don't worry, mum's the word.