Niles: I'm on the way to the spa to pick up Daphne.
Roz: Oh, that reminds me. What time should I be at the apartment tonight?
Niles: Well, let's see. It's an hour's trip to the spa, and there's a two hour graduation ceremony at the end of which they all throw their fat pants into the air... say seven o'clock.

Daphne: I love you, Niles.
Niles: I love you too. Oh, hey, I got you something.
Daphne: Oh, Niles. It's lovely. But I already have a dress like this.
Niles: I know. That's it. That's the dress you wore five years ago when we danced the tango.
Daphne: I don't understand.
Niles: It's for this weekend. Only this time, instead of ending in heartache, the evening can end...in triumph.

Niles: Well, you worked so hard, you stuck with it. I'm proud of you.
Daphne: Actually, I'm proud of myself. The staff therapist even complimented me on me willpower.
Niles: Oh, so you did see a therapist?
Daphne: It's all part of the program, to help you figure out the cause of your overeating.
Niles: Uh-hmm. Well, if you ask me, it's a classic case of sublimation, using substituting food for sex. I recommend you see a certain doctor, I know very well. He can help you.

Niles: So, what does Gloria think?
Daphne: She thinks I may have gained the weight as a way to create distance between us.
Niles: Oh, and why would you want to do that?
Daphne: Well, when you and I first came together, we agreed to wait a while before bringing the relationship into the bedroom. Then as time went on, you told me all these stories of how you'd pined for me for seven years. How I'd been your unattainable dream. How could anyone live up to that? See, Gloria thinks I was terrified of letting you down, of not being perfect, so I ate. And I ate. And, apparently, ate.
Niles: Daphne, you couldn't possibly let me down. And as for the weight, that didn't matter. I never noticed.
Daphne: That's another thing, I gained sixty pounds. Don't you think it's strange you couldn't see it?
Niles: No, it's not strange. I love you.

Daphne: You know what Gloria says?
Niles: No.
Daphne: She says you couldn't see the extra weight because you're only seeing the perfect me you've carried around in your head for seven years. She calls it "looking through love goggles".
Niles: All righty, let's get her on the phone, shall we?
Daphne: Niles, don't. I'm not trying to upset you. I'm just telling you what we discussed in therapy.
Niles: I understand, I understand.
Daphne: And I know how much you've looked forward to this weekend, but until I sort this out, I may need a little more time before I...
Niles: Say no more. We can easily postpone the weekend. Of course, if my theory is correct, and you are eating as a substitute for sex, then you're taking a terrible risk.

Martin: You look fantastic. I don't know what they did to you there, but what a difference.
Daphne: Yes. I was getting pretty big, wasn't I?
Martin: Big? You were ginormous.
Frasier: Dad.
Martin: I'm telling her how good she looks.

Niles: Frasier. What are you doing here?
Frasier: Oh, I just wanted to see how you're doing after last night. Daphne caught me up on what's been going on.
Niles: Wonderful. So she's talking to every therapist under the sun but me.
Frasier: She said she tried to talk to you.
Niles: No. She tried to blame me. According to her puppet master, Gloria, Daphne overate because she was afraid that she couldn't live up to my image of her.
Frasier: Well, there may be something to that. She does have seven years of fantasy to live up to.

Niles: All right. Perhaps at the beginning I was blinded by infatuation. But over the years, I've learned everything about her. And my love has only deepened. I've learned that she is caring and, and compassionate. And she can be moody, sometimes. She likes jelly on her pancakes, instead of syrup. Uh, her laugh is like music. Oh, and that girl can dance.

[As Frasier and Niles reminisce about Niles and Daphne dancing together in "Moon Dance"]
Niles: I come here often.
Frasier: I suspect part of you has never left.
Niles: Can you blame me? Look at us. We're magnificent together. We're moving in perfect sync.
Frasier: There's that word "perfect" again.
Niles: I know what you're thinking. Just because this evening was perfect doesn't mean I'm idealizing Daphne.
Frasier: Niles, did you hear yourself out there? You called her "a goddess". You can't build a higher pedestal than that. Who could possibly compete with that sort of image?

[As Frasier and Niles reminisce about Niles and Daphne chopping vegetables together, while singing, in "First Date"]
Frasier: Oh, please!
Niles: What?
Frasier: Even your everyday memories are idealized. How long until the cartoon blue bird lands on her shoulder?
Niles: All right. So maybe my memories of Daphne are perfect. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe Daphne just is perfect?