Frasier: Well, Caroline, if you've been in therapy for two years and you're feeling like you're no longer making any progress, perhaps you've reached a plateau, or you and your therapist have simply gone as far as you can together.
Caroline: "Maybe it is time for a change. He's kind of dry and long-winded."
Frasier: Well, two years is certainly a long time to spend with a psychiatrist you find dry and long-winded.
Roz: Amen to that!

Frasier: You know what we need to do? We need to liven things up a little bit. How about a game? What was that game we played at the Rambican's when they were costuming the servants for the living chess match. It was, er- Oh yes, I remember, "I'm the dullest person."
Roz: At least pick a game someone else has a chance of winning.

Frasier: Roz, you have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this weekend. There comes a time when even the most conscientious of psychiatrists has had his fill of other people's problems.
Delivery Boy: Hi. Is one of you Roz Doyle?
Frasier: Yes. That's all the clues we're going to give you.

Daphne: Oh, fancy that. A member of the Crane family who doesn't take the time to do something.
Martin: Quack!
Niles: Exactly, Dad. [at Frasier] Quack.
Martin: [pointing his cane in Daphne's direction] I was talking to her.
Niles: Don't you raise your cane at her!

Frasier: Now we can all sit here in the dark and be miserable or we can try to have some fun.
Niles: I'm going to call Maris.
Frasier: Well, Niles has voted. Who votes for fun?

Niles: [on the phone] Hello, Maris. Thank God I got you. Listen, darling, there is no need to panic. The most
important thing is to stay calm. ... About the blackout. Maris, take off your slumber mask. Oh. [Niles pulls the phone away from his ear] Oh, no, darling, darling, don't panic. Honey. No, honey. Hon, ho-, ho-, h-[turns the phone off and puts it away] She's fine.

Martin: Well, I don't like to get nostalgic but it was sure great last year when you forgot my birthday.

Roz: This reminds me of Wisconsin. All dark and deserted.
Frasier: That's on the license plate, isn't it?

Frasier: Maybe you're just looking for too much from your job. Start exploring other areas of your life. Interests. Maybe a serious relationship?
Roz: Maybe you're right. I mean, how long can I go on chasing these hunky twenty-five year-olds that are all looks and no substance?
Frasier: Exactly, Roz.
Roz: No, I'm serious. I'm asking, how long? Three, four years?

Martin: [Opens a can of beer, takes a sip] Ugh, room temperature! Just like merry old England. Another place that I'll probably never get to.