Niles: Okay, I'm ready. Go ahead, Daphne.
Daphne: And the SeaBea goes to... Dr. Niles Crane.
Niles: Oh. Oh.
Daphne: Congratulations!
Niles: Thank you! You know, to be accurate, it's traditional for the presenter to kiss and embrace the winner.
Daphne: But won't your brother be the presenter?
Niles: Well, we can't know that for certain.
Daphne: Oh, all right, then. [as Frasier enters:] Hello, Doctor Crane. We're just practicing for Saturday night. Best-case scenario.
Frasier: Obviously.

Frasier: It's just that I believe that conscience, more than customs and laws, is what prevents people from doing wrong. To contemplate the idea of an otherwise sane man with no conscience... Well, it just shakes my entire world view.
Daphne: Well, in our family, we certainly knew the meaning of conscience. That's what me dad called
his wooden paddle.
Niles: Oh, how awful for you.
Daphne: Oh, for my brothers, yes. But I knew he'd never use it on me, as long as I was always good. As long as I was always polite. [getting angrier:] As long as I always had a smile on my face no matter how I felt inside! As long as I was always ready to wait on all the men, hand and foot, day and night, year in, year out! ... [cheerily] More coffee, anyone?

Martin: You know, I'm really proud of Fras. Used to be he'd get a bee in his bonnet, and he'd never get it out.
Daphne: Yes, I thought we'd be hearing about this one for weeks.
Niles: Well, the old Frasier would have been up with this all night.
Martin: Exactly. Wouldn't have been able to sleep until he went over to Bulldog's to make sure he wasn't sleeping.
[After the door closes as Frasier sneaks out:]
Daphne: I should have told him to pick up some more milk.

Daphne: Oh, Roz, is everything all right?
Roz: Yeah, I'm fine, it's just that my hair is huge and this dress is a joke.
Frasier: No, nonsense, Roz, you look divine.
Roz: No, I look like Divine.

Roz: Oh, my God. Look at the way the lights are shining on the sequins on this dress. I'm a disco ball.

Frasier: Well, Dad, I wouldn't be surprised if Bulldog actually declines that award.
Martin: Why would he?
Frasier: Well, I've arranged a few surprises to prick his conscience, until, like Hamlet's stepfather, he totters from the banquet, ghostly pale and gibbering with guilt.
Martin: [whispering to a stranger] Can I get a ride home with you?

Niles: Daphne, you look stunning.
Daphne: Oh, thanks, you look very smart.
Niles: Thank you. Of course, I guess it's hard not to look elegant in evening wear. [seeing Roz] Hard, but not impossible.

Niles: Where's this table?
Waitress: One hundred five. That's the technical awards. Just go down to the basement, cross through the kitchen to the hall, and ask for the Napoleon Room.
Niles: Oh, the Napoleon Room, that sounds charming.
Waitress: We call it that because the ceilings are so low.
Daphne: Shame. Now you won't get to see your brother host or hear all the little jokes he's written.
Niles: [laughing] Thank you, Daphne, I needed some cheering up.

Niles: Oh, look, wine. They didn't serve alcohol at the technical awards, as I informed so many of the guests who mistook me for their waiter. You see, I was the only nominee dressed in black tie, except for the one man in front wearing a tuxedo tee-shirt.
Frasier: I'm sorry, Niles.
Niles: At least I didn't come home empty-handed. We each received one of these handsome certificates, which were given out after we'd folded our tables and stacked our chairs.

Frasier: Thanks, Dad.
Martin: Hey, I'm no hero. I just wanted you to shut up.