Martin: Here we go.
Daphne: How much longer do we have stay?
Martin: What are you in such a snit about?
Daphne: This lot. Thanks to your sister-in-law they're all sniggering about me being your "physical therapist."
Martin: Oh, don't let it bother you. She's always been a pain.
Daphne: You're telling me. Dried-up old grape leaf!
Martin: Yeah, and she's one to talk about reputations, too. Between you and me, before she married my brother, she was easier to make than a peanut butter sandwich!
Daphne: Does everyone know that?
Martin: Well, everybody except my brother. I mean, I love him dearly, but he's not exactly the brightest bulb in the, uh...
Daphne: Bulb box?

Martin: Well, Walt.
Walt: Marty.
Martin: Goodbye again.

Frasier: This is Nikos, my father's brother's son.
Roz: Well, I would have never pegged you for a Crane.
Frasier: Oh, well, he's half Greek. He gets his looks from his mom.
Roz: I'll bet he gets looks from lots of women.

Frasier: She must still be nursing that grudge.
Roz: Uh-oh, this sounds like, you know, personal, private, family stuff. [sits in Frasier's chair and puts her feet up] So, what's this grudge you're talking about?

Niles: Personally, I'd have loved to have gone, but this is clearly a snub and we Crane men have our pride. Right, Dad?
Frasier: Oh, stop it, Niles. You're just afraid of seeing Cousin Yvonne, aren't you?
Daphne: Who's Cousin Yvonne?
Frasier: Oh, a distant cousin who has a slight crush on Niles.
Niles: "A slight crush?" There are cannibals who are less man-hungry.

Daphne: That's funny, I've always thought it would be kind of romantic to have a secret admirer, someone who longed for me that much. But I do see your point, Dr. Crane. When you think about it, it is kind of sick.
Niles: Yeah. Well, perhaps "sick" is a tad judgmental.

Zora: And here he is, my favorite brother-in-law. Martin, it's been too long.
Martin: It sure has. Say, where's Walt? We got a lot of catching up to do.
Zora: Oh, don't worry, he'll be here. And who is this pretty young thing?
Martin: Oh, this is Daphne Moon. She's my physical therapist.
Zora: Ah. That's what they call it these days? You dirty old man! [laughs]

Frasier: Well, I've known Nikos all his life, and I'm sure that he realizes marriage is a binding commitment, not to be entered into hastily.
Zora: But when the right one comes along, you know it.
Frasier: And that it's very important to-to find the person that you're most compatible with. The one who makes you feel happy... purely happy.
Zora: More important, makes me feel happy, eh?
Frasier: Because it would be a shame to go through life having to say, "if I'd only waited..."
Zora: Hey, what the hell kind of toast is this, anyway?
Frasier: I just want to make sure that my cousin marries the woman that he truly loves the most.
Zora: Oh, well, there. Cheers, everybody. Thank you, Frasier.

Yvonne: Oh, well, we've got a lot of catching up to do. Let's go get us a glass of bubbly.
Niles: Oh, you know, I don't think so-
Zora: Oh, go on, enjoy. And none of that sissy French wine, it's real Greek champagne.
Frasier: Ooh, save some for me, Niles.

Martin: I can't believe that because of your big mouth, Zora won't even let me in her restaurant.
Frasier: Forcing you to go elsewhere when you have one of your frequent cravings for stuffed grape leaves and zither music.