Daphne: This whole thing reminds me of when I first moved to London. I was very mistrusting of people back then. I was convinced the way to stay out of harm's way was to walk straight with me eyes cast down, never meeting anyone's glance. But finally, I decided that was no way to live. So one day, I just lifted up me chin and took it all in. Well, the change was amazing. There were sights I'd never seen, sounds I'd never heard. A tiny old man came up to me with a note in his hand. He needed help. I realized this was no city full of thieves and muggers. There were people here who needed me. I took his note, read it, and to this day, I can remember just what I said to that man. "That's not how you spell fellatio."

Daphne: Oh, my Lord. I've never had a throbbing like this!
Frasier: Daphne, um, this is my ex-wife, Dr. Lilith Sternin. Lilith, this is Daphne Moon, my dad's physical therapist.
Lilith: It's nice to meet you.
Daphne: An equal pleasure. [whispering to Frasier] When I shook hands with that woman, I lost all feeling in me arm.

Niles: Daphne, this place looks wonderful. And excellent choice of music. I love this aria.
Daphne: Yes, she has a gorgeous voice, doesn't she? It's a pity she never got quite the recognition of a Joan Sutherland or a Renata Tebaldi.
Niles: I had no idea you knew so much about sopranos.
Daphne: Yeah, well, you don't live with your brother for five years and not learn a thing or two about divas.

[After the doorbell rings, Frasier opens the door to Daphne, who struggles to drag Eddie into the apartment]
Daphne: Come on, Eddie. Come on.
Frasier: What's the matter?
Daphne: He was perfectly fine until a block from here. Then he started whining and trembling, like he senses an earthquake or a dark force or - Hello, Lilith - a vortex of evil.

Daphne: I've only been in the U.S. for a few months, but I have quite an extensive background in home care and physical therapy, as you can see from my résumé. I- You were a policeman, weren't you?
Martin: Yeah. How'd you know?
Daphne: I must confess I'm a bit psychic. It's nothing big. Just little things I sense about people. I mean, it's not like I could pick the lottery. If I could, I wouldn't be talking to the likes of you two now, would I?

Daphne: Thank you, Dr. Crane. Shame on you, Dr. Crane. Why can't you be more like Dr. Crane?

Frasier: God, I hope this works, Daphne.
Daphne: Well, I've been sending Elaine psychic messages all day.
Frasier: You're kidding. You can transmit? I thought you were just a receiver.
Daphne: Well, I'm giving it a try. You know, "Elaine in 14-10, come to dinner, come to dinner".
Frasier: That's very charming, Daphne, but Elaine's in 14-12.
Daphne: Oh dear. I guess I'd better set an extra place at the table, then.

Daphne: If Eddie were one of the Beatles, I think he'd be George. I don't know why. [Daphne heads to the kitchen]
Frasier: And yet she's never been committed. [in a mock British accent] I don't know why.

Niles: Frasier?
Frasier: I just think she's Maris all over again. She's manipulative... I think you're repeating a terrible pattern.
Niles: Well, isn't this neat? We all have our individual reasons for disliking her.
Niles: Hey, Dad, what's your reason for disliking Mel?
Daphne: So you did tell him what you think of her. And after shoving me into the kitchen and shaking your freakin' finger at me.
Martin: She's crazy, Niles, I don't know what she's talking about...
Niles: No, no. That's all right, Dad. I- I asked you all to be honest and you were. I got my answer. You know what would have been nice? Is if one of you could have found one nice thing to say about her.
[After Niles storms out, a moment of guilty silence follows for those left in the apartment.]
Daphne: She does have that X-ray vision.

Daphne: And to finish it off, a batch of Grammy Moon's famous sticky buns.
Frasier: Oh my, that's it.
Daphne: Grammy made these every Sunday. 'course, she added a pint of rum to the recipe. And nobody liked these more than Grammy herself. Many's the Sunday I'd head over to her house after church, only to find her out in the garden in her wedding dress, face down in the birdbath.