Frasier: Yes, well, Niles, that's quite a gesture. But I mean, really, ice fishing? In an arctic tundra where large men spit and it freezes in their beards?
Niles: After you've seen Maris's interpretive dance group perform "Afternoon of a Faun" in the east garden, the wilderness holds no terror.

Daphne: Well, I'd go, but to me the pleasure of fishing has always been waiting for the men to return with their catch. Oh, I can still see my brothers' friends coming back from the lake, their chiseled faces all ruddy and wind-burnt. Oh, they were so masculine, I just couldn't wait to pan fry their kippers.
Niles: I'll go ice fishing, Dad.

Frasier: So you're suggesting that I go along and pretend I'm enjoying myself, doing something that gives me absolutely no pleasure at all, just to hear the words "I love you?"
Daphne: Why not? Women have been doing it for centuries.

Daphne: Oh, Dr. Crane, look at you in your new togs.
Martin: Yeah, quite an outfit, huh? The fish'll see him coming.
Daphne: Yeah, well, the salesman certainly did.

Frasier: Yes, Niles, I used to have the same problem with my multiple personality patients. They always kept saying that the other one had sent the check.

Niles: All right. I'll tell you. You promise not to laugh?
Frasier: You'll have to take that hat off.
Niles: Well, two years ago when you took Dad in, I thought I was getting away with something. But, watching you two get closer, I started to think maybe I was missing out on something.
Frasier: You want him?
Niles: No, no. Let me finish. I just really feel the need to make a connection.
Frasier: Well, Niles, I think you've made a connection. It just seems a little bit extreme though, you know? You probably could have accomplished the same thing if you'd just taken him to Captain Andy's Surf N' Turf!
Niles: And miss out on all the fun of memorizing 101 useless fish facts and buying a large battery-operated wardrobe? [laughs]
Frasier: So you're having just a bad a time as I am!
Niles: Oh, oh, oh, worse! At least you have the fun of complaining, I have to feign enthusiasm. Oh, oh, I really
am King of the Ninnies, aren't I?

Niles: What an odd combination of odors. Smells like a fish died, and all the other fish sent flowers.

Frasier: My God, what was that?
Martin: Just the ice cracking underneath us.
Martin: Relax, it happens all the time.
Niles: Well, if we do fall in we'll have ninety seconds until hypothermia sets in.
Frasier: One more fact, you're going in that hole!

Frasier: Niles, do you mind if I ask you a personal question? What the hell are you doing here?
Niles: What do you mean?
Frasier: You know, this whole "Sergeant Niles of the Yukon" act. I mean, come on, it can't be all to impress Daphne—
Niles: It's not an act!
Frasier: Niles, in twenty years, I've never heard you comment on fish except to say that the sauce had separated.

Frasier: Want to know the reason I came up here?
Niles: Hmm.
Frasier: It was just to hear him say the words "I love you."
Niles: What?
Frasier: Yeah, well, you know, he said it to Duke, he said it to Eddie. He's never said it to me.
Niles: Surely you don't put yourself up there with Eddie? [they both laugh] Oh, Frasier, you know he loves you!
Frasier: Oh, yeah, of course I do. I'm being ridiculous, I know that. I mean, look at the guy. He's content just to sit here freezing his buns off because we're sitting here with him. I guess I just got a little obsessed about, you
know, hearing it. Well, I mean, you know that Maris loves you, right? But it's still nice to hear it.
Niles: I imagine it would be, but let's stick to attainable goals.