Martin: Excuse me, I'm getting a beer. And yes, I know it's not good for me. And yes, I know it's going to make me fat. And yes, I know it'll keep me from doing my exercises. Do you have anything to add to that?
Daphne: Yes! Happy Birthday, you old sod!

Frasier: Listen, Dad. You can still travel. You can. If you can't walk around Paris, you could sit at a nice café and let Paris walk past you. Maybe buy a glass of wine for a beautiful Mademoiselle. Get yourself a nice bottle of
imported beer.
Martin: I only like Ballantine's.
Frasier: In Paris, Ballantine's is imported beer. And you are the handsome American with the adorable accent.
Martin: They like mustaches over there, don't they?

Frasier: Here, Niles. Let me take your coat.
Niles: Oh, haven't you taken enough from me today?
Frasier: Oh, Niles. You're being silly and irrational.
Niles: Sticks and stones.
Frasier: You're acting just like Dad.
Niles: [outraged] You take that back!