Sherry: Ooh, I love this apartment. Wow, that's some view you've got.
Frasier: Thank you.
Sherry: Which room's mine? [Frasier and Niles stare in horror] Gotcha!
Martin: She's always doing stuff like that.
Sherry: Oh, I love making people laugh. To me humor is like medicine.
Niles: Guess we're in the placebo group.

Sherry: What a town, huh? Great food, terrific theatre, just too darn easy to get married. [looks at Niles] You're separated, right?
Niles: Yes.
Sherry: Oh, I've been there. Listen, you want my advice?
Niles: Well...
Sherry: Don't mope! Get right back in the saddle. My Mum always used to say to me, "Honey, the only way to get over someone is to get under someone." [Martin laughs] It's good, right? Well, Momma had lots of sayings like that.
Niles: I didn't know Mae West had children.

Niles: Guess who just won this year's "Mariett Fassbinder Award for Distinguished Contribution to the Literature of Psychiatry"?
Frasier: Well, judging by the canary feathers protruding from your mouth, I'd say you. What article did you win for?
Niles: A gripping case history of a narcissistic opera singer. I called it "Me Me Me Me Me."

Martin: Hey, sit down, Sherry. Come on. You know Fras, Sherry is a big fan of your show.
Sherry: Oh yes, a big fan. Well, as a matter of fact when my friend Donna's marriage was on the rocks, you were the one that she called for advice.
Frasier: Really? And did my advice prove helpful?
Sherry: That's not important. You cared. That's what matters.

Martin: I don't believe this. You got a problem with Sherry?
Niles: [returning to the living room] That delightful woman?
Frasier: Oh, knock it off! I see you're still waiting on that spine donor.

Niles: Again, I'm sorry for not making it over for dinner last night, but you know I had this tickle in my throat.
Frasier: Spare me your lame excuses, Niles. We both know why you weren't there.
Niles: How was Sherry?
Frasier: Colorful as ever. Last night she treated us to a selection from her unpublished volume of Limericks for Lovers. The last several about a well-traveled man fortuitously named Horatio.

Niles: Frasier, may I borrow your spoon?
Frasier: Certainly.
Niles: [banging the spoon against his coffee cup] I have an announcement.
Frasier: Well frankly, so do I. Dad's girlfriend just told me some very big news.
Niles: Well, unless she's expecting our baby brother, my news takes precedence. She's not, is she?

Niles: Thrilled as I am, I must admit I'm a tad nervous about the awards banquet.
Frasier: Why?
Niles: Dad. I want him there of course, but I'm just dreading a rerun of Aunt Vi's wedding.
Frasier: Yes. The hour he spent regaling the table with "Little Niles" stories.
Niles: Exactly. Imagine an entire roomful of trained psychiatrists hearing the story of Sheldon, my imaginary protege.
Frasier: Ah yes, Sheldon. That troubled little fellow who kept wetting your bed.

Daphne: Evening, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: Daphne. Thank God you're home first. Listen, I have to warn you.
Daphne: About what?
Frasier: Dad and Maureen are on a date. It's not going well. She's telling him that she wants to break it off.
Daphne: Oh. This vision you're getting. Is it a tingly feeling and a picture in your head, or more like a husky voice murmuring in your ear?
Frasier: It's not a vision. Maureen told me about this, this afternoon.

Frasier: Well, you know Dad, I may be talking out of turn here. But Maureen told me about this.
Martin: What?
Frasier: Yes. She came to me for advice. That's how determined she was not to hurt you. You see, she wanted to make it perfectly clear that her breaking up with you had nothing to do with your age but rather your compatibility. You see, it's not your fault that you don't like the same food, music or movies...
[Martin emerges from the bathroom]
Frasier: ...and she didn't bring this up, did she?
Martin: No.