Martin: Hey, Rich.
Rich: Hey, Buddy. Everything all right here?
Martin: Uh, sure.
Rich: Nothing to complain about then?
Martin: No. Want some coffee?
Rich: No, no, no. I keep my eating and drinking to the break room. That way, nobody...complains.
Martin: Okay. Uh, I could use your initials on my time card if you've got a sec.
Rich: Oh, for you, I've got all night. I'll be sure to do it neatly, so there'll be no complaints.

Martin: Okay, what's going on?
Rich: You tell me. My son chewed me out for being too tough on the guards. Now, I wonder who might have put him up to that?
Martin: Could have been any of the guys?
Rich: I think it was you.
Martin: It wasn't me. I'm not a complainer.
Rich: Good. Then you won't complain about doing a few graveyard shifts next week?
Martin: No problem.
Rich: Good. How's Tuesday, Wednesday work for you?
Martin: Actually, that's not so good.
Rich: Oh? Then how's Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday?
Martin: Better.

Roz: I called you this morning. Where were you?
Daphne: Sleeping. Mr. Crane's been working the overnight shift. It's thrown my whole schedule off.
Roz: Oh. Roger and I have been working overnight too, if you know what I mean. Let me grab a muffin and I'll tell you all about it.

Niles: Grab one for me too.
Roz: Okay.
Niles: So I can stick it in my ears. I'm just a little tired of hearing about it.
Daphne: You're tired? I've heard double whatever you have. Did you know Roger wrote her a song to the tune of "I Believe I Can Fly?"
Niles: I do now, don't I?

Niles: Look, let's just not talk about Roger this one time, okay.
Daphne: That's impossible. She brings everything back to him.
Niles: Well, just leave it to me.
Daphne: Good luck.
Roz: So what are you guys talking about?
Niles: Um, medieval French history.
Roz: I've always wanted to see Paris.
Niles: Mm-hmm. Thank you.
Roz: Roger says he's going to take me there someday. He says you haven't truly made love...
Niles: Oh, look at this.
Roz: What?
Niles: It says interest rates might go down again.
Daphne: Oh, just when we thought the interest couldn't get any lower.

Niles: Forget your coffee. Let's get out of here.
Frasier: What? And leave Daphne?
Niles: It's too late for her. We have to keep moving.

Niles: I just wonder if you're doing this for Dad or for yourself.
Frasier: All right, what are you on about now?
Niles: I just think it's telling that the whole thing bothers you a lot more than it bothers Dad. You can't stand to see him being bossed because to you he's always been this larger-than-life figure, and you're desperate to keep that image intact.

Niles: More importantly, why is that man staring at us?
Frasier: That's Sanchez, my bodyguard. It's only on a trial basis. It's a long story.

Niles: Well done, Frasier.
Frasier: All right. My plan backfired. I guess there's only one option left.
Niles: Tell Dad the truth.
Frasier: All right, two options.

Roz: You know what Roger says is the most erotic organ?
Daphne: The mind?
Roz: [laughing] No!