Martin: Hey Niles, try this pancake. Claire had them crumble the bacon right into the batter.
Niles: Oh, I don't really like pancakes.
Martin: Well, that's 'cause you're used to Daphne's. Here.
Niles: Oh, those are magnificent.
Martin: Yeah. And Claire invented them.
Daphne: Yes, no doubt on the seventh day while you were resting.

Daphne: Good morning, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: There you are. [holding up a dark sock] What is the meaning of this? Where is his mate?
Daphne: I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about.
Frasier: My favorite pair of socks reduced to a single argyle. Nor is this the only example. The keen observer yesterday would have noticed that I left the apartment wearing two shades of black! Explanation, please!
Daphne: I'm sorry, Dr. Crane. I'm forced to do the laundry downstairs, and I guess your socks are just too tempting to the neighbors. Of course, you're welcome to go down there yourself and stand guard.
Frasier: I see. If we had our own washer-dryer, there would be no more lost socks. I will not be strong-armed by threats against my laundry!
Daphne: Suit yourself. I'm off to do a load of your pinks.
Frasier: I don't have any pinks.
Daphne: You will.

Frasier: Now, this is the last one. Can you please try to keep an open mind?
[Frasier opens the front door to find Daphne with her hand down her chest]
Daphne: Oh, hello. Caught with me hand in the biscuit tin. I'm Daphne. Daphne Moon.

Dr. Morey: You know, Daphne, I'm always curious, when was it that you first suspected you had psychic ability?
Daphne: Oh, years ago, when I was a little girl. Grammy Moon first saw the gift in me. See, I was a girl in a house full of boys, which I hated, until Grammy told me that only Moon women had second sight. She had it, her mother had it and so on. After that, I began noticing I could sense things before they happened, sort of like a secret power. Anyway, it's just always been a part of who I am.

Frasier: Have a seat, Miss Moon.
Daphne: Daphne. Thank you. Oh, will you look at that? What a comfy chair. It's like I always say, "Start with a good piece, and replace the rest when you can afford it."

Daphne: Excuse me, not to interrupt, but six months ago you borrowed forty dollars from me. We were at the wine shop, remember? You couldn't quite scrape together enough for a bottle of your precious Chateau Mr. Fussy-Pants? So I lent you the money. And have I said a peep about it since? No! I just sit here quietly reusing my tea bags while you trundle off to your private clubs ordering gourmet this and imported that. "Are the cigars Cuban?" "Are the Tulips Dutch?" "Oh, good news, my personal shopper just found a dozen antique pudding plates." Who has twelve people over for pudding?! So you gave poor Roz a bit of money. It hasn't changed your life, has it, you sherry-swilling, foie gras-munching hypocrite?
Frasier: Daphne? I did repay you.
Daphne: What?
Frasier: I paid for that parking ticket. Fifty dollars as I recall. It means you owe me ten.
Daphne: Oh, right. Well, I'm glad you said something. It's not good to let these things fester.

Daphne: I still can't get over how much they've spent at that auction.
Martin: Oh, they've always tried to one-up each other.
Daphne: I suppose all brothers are like that. Mine certainly were. Everything was a contest. Who could the run the fastest, jump the highest. They even had this strange one where they'd take little brother Michael, put him in a potato sack and see who could roll him the farthest over the frozen lake out back. Oh, they loved that game. Until that year the spring thaw set in early and poor Michael went right through the ice. Oh, they caught hell for that one, they did. Caught it worse a week later when Michael's toe finally fell off. Michael cried and cried until they told him to put it under his pillow for the toe fairy. Then when he got five quid for it, why it was all they could do to stop him from sawing off the rest of them! [laughs]
Martin: [shouting to Frasier and Niles] What's keeping you guys with that box?!

Niles: What's the big deal? Why do you hate going to the doctor so much?
Martin: Everybody does.
Daphne: Not my brother Billy. He loved going to the doctors. From the time he was a little boy, he'd start getting undressed in the car. And mind you, that was just for the dentist. As he got older, he volunteered for medical studies, supported himself getting all sorts of experimental drugs pumped into him. [goes into the kitchen]
Martin: Think she's finished?
Niles: Wait for it.
Daphne: [returning] One year, he grew little boobies.

Daphne: Oh, don't worry, Dr. Crane, I'll take Eddie for a walk. And as far as your problem at work goes, if you want my opinion-
Frasier: Don't! I've had my share of women's opinions for the week, between the station's new Reichschancellor and Roz's incessant whining. As far as I'm concerned, your entire sex can put a sock in it!
[Frasier goes back to his bedroom]
Martin: Boy, you'd never let me get away with a comment like that.
Daphne: [gets up and walks over to the door] Oh, even the best of us can get a bit cranky when we're overtired. All Dr. Crane needs right now is a little peace and quiet. Eddie? [Daphne puts two fingers in her mouth and emits a loud whistle]
Frasier: [o.s.] Damn it!

Daphne: Oh, Mum, it's not that I don't want to come home. I'd love a visit. It's just that I can't. He won't let me. Oh, you have no idea what Dr. Crane is like. Why, he's an absolute beast. Unpleasant to be around. A real tyrant!
[Frasier shuts the door loudly. Daphne turns around]
Daphne: [to Frasier] Oh, it's just me mum. I'm trying to get out of a visit home.
Frasier: [whispering] Oh, I understand.
Daphne: [on the phone] No, I'm not exaggerating. He treats me like a bloody slave.
Frasier: Daphne! Where's my dressing gown?!
Daphne: Not to mention how cheap he is.
Frasier: That better not be a long-distance call!