Frasier: Nanette, you remember my dad, of course, and Niles, and this is his wife, Daphne.
Daphne: Hello, it's nice to meet you.
Nanette: Oh, it's nice to meet you too. [to Niles] And oh, I don't think I've seen you since the wedding.
Martin: Oh, I remember that day. All those nice friends of yours came. Yeah, what was it? Sixty? Seventy?
Frasier: Yes, okay, Dad.
Martin: I know, because, only fifty RSVP'd.

Frasier: You know, sadly, this bunch is going out this evening, so it'll be just the two of us.
Donald: Hey.
Nanette: And Donald.
Frasier: Donald?
Donald: Hey, put her there. Don Burwell.
Frasier: [shaking hands] Frasier Crane. Uh...
Nanette: Donald, here, does, well, just about everything for me. He's my manager, producer, songwriter, publicist-
Donald: Husband.
Nanette: I was getting there. And when I told him where I was going, well he just had to come along to meet you.
Frasier: Well, uh... gosh, who wants wine? I know I do!

Frasier: Stop- stop it. Stop it! Donald will see us.
Nanette: Well, say that you're short on something and send him to the store. He's good at errands.
Frasier: I'm not going to send him on an errand. He's your husband!
Nanette: It's just business. It's nothing like what we had. Do you remember the passion... and the wildness?
Frasier: Well, we are running low on cornichons.

Donald: Not only did we break house records in Boise and Topeka, but she hasn't missed a show. She just, she lives to entertain children.
Niles: Of all ages. Don, come out and look at the balcony.

Frasier: Cut that out!
Nanette: Oh, I can't help myself. I've never stopped thinking about you.
Frasier: Nor I you, but this is wrong.
Nanette: Oh Frasier, you're so good. You always do the right thing. I have the exact same problem.
Frasier: Well, you're making great strides overcoming it.

Nanette: Well, I'm tired of being good. I've sung my songs and cheered people up. Haven't I earned the right to be a little bad? Isn't there a part of you that wants to be bad?
Frasier: Yes, and three guesses which one. I-I... I can't do it.
Nanette: Frasier, come to my dressing room after the show tomorrow. I have an hour when Donald's busy. I know an hour's not much.
Frasier: Trust me, an hour's more than ample.

Frasier: Donald, you know, you really must try one of these Gruyere tarts.
Donald: Oh, no thanks. I'm watching the old cholesterol.
Nanette: So am I. But you know what? I just feel like being bad tonight. What about you, Frasier? Are you going to be bad?
Donald: Ah, go on. What's one little tart?

Nanette: Oh, my God!
Frasier: Already?
Nanette: Oh, no! I thought we had more time! Quick, get off the bed!
Frasier: Oh, dear God! Why is the ceiling opening up?
Nanette: This is how I make my entrance! Get off the bed!
Frasier: I can't. I can't. I'm tangled in the sheets.
Nanette: Oh, my God! Jump!
Frasier: Jump? It's too high.
Nanette: Aim for your clothes!
Frasier: Dear God, my clothes!
Nanette: Oh, hide. Hide. For God's sake, just hide!

Frasier: Psst! Panda!
Panda: Who the hell are you?
Frasier: Dr. Frasier Crane, a noted psychiatrist. When does the bed go back to the basement?
Panda: A new set comes on, the bed flies out to the rafters. Fast.

Frasier: You have got to get me out of here. The thing's about to fly up to the rafters!
Nanette: Gee, I didn't know that, having only done this show 12,000 times! Put this on.
Frasier: You can't be serious!
Nanette: Just put it on now!