Roz: And on top of all that, I can't stop thinking about my mom. How am I going to tell her?
Frasier: Well, Roz, if you'd like, I could tell her for you.
Roz: Are you kidding? She's gonna be mad enough that I waited three months to tell her, the only thing worse would be to hear it from someone else.
Frasier: Well, it's entirely possible she already knows.
Roz: No way, the only person who knows she's spoken to is you- Oh, my God! Frasier!
Frasier: [as Santa, welcoming the first child:] Okay. Ho-ho-ho, who's first?
Roz: What is wrong with you? I'm going to kill you!
Girl: You're going to kill Santa?
Frasier: No, little girl, Mrs. Claus just wants to kiss me.
Roz: Yeah, I'll kiss you. Come 'ere, I'll kiss you good!