Martin: You and Daphne?
Niles: Last night, Daphne and I engaged in sweet carnal delights.
Martin: Did you say "carnal" or "caramel"?

Daphne: ...and just when I thought I'd worn him out, he flips me over like a griddle cake, and off we go again!
Roz: Niles?
Daphne: I couldn't catch me breath, it was like a marathon. I tell you, he's spoilt me for any other man.
Roz: Frasier's brother Niles?
Daphne: And guess how he woke me up this morning?
Roz: Oh, shut up already!

Martin: You don't think they're gonna...?
Frasier: Oh, I have no idea. Try not to think about it.
[A fireworks display can be seen from the balcony]
Roz: Wow, he really is good.

Martin: Boy, these are great. Now I can watch TV without bugging anybody. [singing] My bacon, is Farmer Frank's bacon! There's no mistakin', the quality...

Frasier: Good heavens, Roz! Is that the sort of customer you're servicing? Hang that up!
Roz: [on the phone] Call me later, Tiger, okay? [hangs up] What? It pays the bills, and I'm not tied to a desk.
Frasier: Not unless they ask you to be.

Niles: Where is your, uh, enchanting new home healthcare worker?
Daphne: [entering] I just found out what that second toilet in me loo is for! [laughs] Talk about a shock!

Niles: Hello there.
Daphne: Hello. You're, uh... oh, don't tell me, I'm good with names. Uh... Miles Crane!
Niles: ...Yes, I am! And-and you're Daphne Moon, from Manchester, where you developed a liking for Nickerson's Lemon Biscuits.

Frasier: Oh hi, Roz, come on in. Uh, I'd like you to meet my dad. This is Martin Crane, and his home healthcare worker, Daphne Moon, and of course this is my brother, Niles Crane.
Daphne: [to Niles] Oh my God, is it Niles? Oh, I feel so embarrassed.
Niles: Oh no, please, don't be. Actually, I prefer Miles.

Kenny: Hi.
Frasier: Oh, hello.
Kenny: Twelve bucks.
Frasier: Right.
Kenny: Hey, aren't you that new radio shrink at KACL? Dr. Frasier Crane, right?
Frasier: Yes, yes I am. It's always nice to meet a fan.
Kenny: Well actually, I'm in the radio game myself. This pizza thing is just paying the bills until a job opens up. Maybe you could put a good word in for me down at the-
[Frasier closes the door]

Daphne: Yeah, happy birthday.
Roz: Whatever. Used to be I'd go out and get a little wild on my birthday. Now I go out and get a little dinner.
Frasier: There's nothing wrong with dinner.
Roz: I know, but it used to come with sex.
Daphne: Oh, come on, Roz, sounds like you need a drink.
Roz: Oh, that used to come with sex, too.