Frasier: Morning, Daphne.
Daphne: Good morning! Lovely day, isn't it?
Frasier: Well, you're in a good mood.
Daphne: Yes, well, as much as I love your father, with him gone it's going to be a wonderful weekend. Care to make it perfect?
Frasier: I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I am staying.

Martin: How'd you know that, Niles?
Niles: Well, last night I was browsing through "Fielding's Geological History of Western Canada." It's fascinating. For example, did you know this very lake is eighty-nine meters deep and boasts fifty varieties of fish!
Frasier: Oh, Alex, I'll take "Bodies of Water" for five hundred!
Niles: It has lake trout, rainbow trout, wall-eyed pike—
Frasier: How would you like to be sleeping with them?!
Martin: Hey. You know, you could learn a thing or two from your brother about getting into the spirit of things.
Frasier: Well, I'm sorry, it's just that my back hurts, I'm hungry, and I'm tired of sitting here trying to warm up one bun at a time. In twenty-degree weather. That's negative six degrees Celsius, a system named after Anders Celsius, the famed Swedish astronomer and compulsive temperature-taker!

Daphne: Don't you ever clean that thing out?
Martin: No. It's bad luck. Everybody knows that. You show up on a fishing trip with a tackle box that doesn't smell like the most rancid, rotten thing on the face of the earth, and nobody'll sit next to you.

Martin: Duke rented a cabin right on the lake, and I'm bringing the bait and the pork rinds. Now, just 'cause your old man's going out of town, I don't want you boys throwing any wild parties.
Frasier: How can we if you're taking all the pork rinds?

Martin: No, we're fishing here. We're sleeping someplace else. Remember where we turned off the highway? Well, right down from there is the Bed 'N Bass Motel.
Frasier: "Bed 'N Bass". Yes, one of the finer fish-themed hotels.

Frasier: So, what do we do? We make a hole in the ice with this little corkscrew-thingy and then just start fishing?
Niles: It's called an "auger."
Frasier: Well, imagine my embarrassment.

Niles: If the fish don't feel peckish just now, we'll pass the time with good conversation. Dad, did you know that Lake Nomahegan was formed by the retreat of several glaciers during the Cenozoic Era?
Frasier: Which, coincidentally, is the last time anyone caught a fish in it.

Niles: Oh, no. There's a hole in my pocket.
Martin: You lost the keys?
Frasier: Oh, no. Where?
Niles: Well, if I knew where, they wouldn't be lost.

Frasier: This is just dandy! By morning we'll be Stouffer's Frozen Entrées for wolves!

Martin: But the three of us made it through the night just fine.
Niles: You, Duke, and who?
Martin: My old drinking buddy, Mr. James Beam! You're not the only one who went out and got some fishing supplies.