Martin: Oh, this is stupid. I'm going to call her and get her back here and we're going to work this whole thing out.
Niles: Dad, it's a waste of time, she's so upset there is no way she'll ever set foot in this apartment tonight. ... If you don't believe me, you can ask her yourself.

Sherry: If you want, I suppose we could sit down and talk it out.
Daphne: Well, I suppose we could.
Niles: Obviously these two wildcats can't come to terms. The best thing will be for them to be apart. I know, I'm a psychiatrist.

Frasier: I'm taking a bath.
Martin: Bubbles?!
Frasier: They're aroma-therapeutic. And exactly what part of "I'm taking a bath" did you take to mean "come on in"?

Sherry: There you are. Marty, I tried, but that girl has no manners whatsoever. [sits on the bath] Hey, Frasier.
Frasier: Do you mind!

Frasier: Daphne, your primary role in this household is to take care of Dad. Sherry, you also enjoy taking care of
Dad. I suspect that your attempts to find Daphne a boyfriend are really an unconscious ploy to get her out
of the way. It's unconscious. Daphne, naturally you are threatened by this and you feel you are no longer needed.
Daphne: Yes, I have been feeling a bit unwanted lately.
Niles: Well, a night without your services will have them singing a different tune. Let's go.
Frasier: Yes, Niles, nobody's going to be singing anything tonight, all right.

Frasier: Well, at the root of this, you're both just feeling insecure.
Martin: Exactly.
Frasier: Though it could probably have been avoided if Dad had been sensitive enough to remind you that you are both important in his life.
Martin: What are you saying? That it's my fault?
Daphne: Well I must admit, a few reassuring words might just have done the trick.
Sherry: Marty does have difficulty expressing his feelings.
Martin: No, I don't.
Daphne: Oh, Sherry.
Sherry: Aw, save it honey, it wasn't our fault.
Martin: Yes, it was. You said that she was skinny and you said that she was big-mouthed.

Frasier: Now, that is not important. We all feel better now.
Martin: Well, I don't.
Frasier: Well, all right, look, I am running out of patience, I am running out of strength, and I am running out of bubbles. Please, the lecture has ended.

Daphne: You're a good psychiatrist, Dr. Crane.
Sherry: You sure are, hon'. You see, Marty, it isn't just a lot of hooey!