Martin: So, how's the world treating you?
Roz: Like dirt. My social life is nonexistent. Every time I meet a guy who's halfway decent all I have to do is mention I've got a kid and he runs like a cheap pair of pantyhose.

Martin: Well, maybe you and Niles can cheer each other up.
Niles: [nervous] Dad...
Roz: Why, what's his problem?
Martin: Oh, Daphne's got a new boyfriend and it's eating him up.
Niles: Dad!
Roz: What? [to Niles] You've got a thing for Daphne?
Martin: What, you didn't know that after all these years?
Roz: No! I can't believe Daphne never told me.
Martin: Well, how could she? She doesn't know either.
Roz: You're kidding!
Niles: Yes, yes, he's a great kidder. Now, you Dad, run along, and you be very careful crossing streets!
Martin: [to Roz] Six years, can you believe it? Some people just don't even know when it's time to pull the plug.
Niles: Well, I won't make that mistake twice.

Niles: Obviously you've never let someone you've grown to care deeply about get away.
Roz: Well, sure I have.
Niles: I'm not talking about when the migrant workers leave at the end of the picking season.

Roz: No, really, I've had a couple of boyfriends I shouldn't have let get away.
Niles: Serious relationships?
Roz: Yeah. In fact, I can name one right off the top of my head, that lawyer I gave you, Donny?
Niles: Really?
Roz: Yeah. I mean, you only know him professionally, but he's very funny, warm, thoughtful. We were together for about six months, but he really wanted a family and I wasn't ready, so I dumped him. Now I have a family but no Donny. Gee, I wonder who he's seeing these days?
[Niles breaks into smug laughter]
Roz: What's so funny?
Niles: I'll tell you in a minute. [laughing] I just want to savor it. You've been having all the fun.
Roz: So tell me! [laughs with him]
Niles: Donny's Daphne's boyfriend.
Roz: [stops laughing] That's not funny.

Niles: Well, at the moment I have to agree with you. I've had plenty of opportunities and I've always chickened out.
Roz: Oh, don't blame yourself. She's living with your brother, working for your dad. It's an awkward situation.
Niles: It is. Well, don't feel bad about Donny. It wasn't right for you at the time, that's nobody's fault.
Roz: Thanks, Niles. Hey listen, the next time you find somebody you like, don't wait so long to tell her. Oh, I've got a babysitter waiting. Mrs. Hines is seventy years old and has a mole like Abe Lincoln but I bet she has plans for the weekend!

Roz: What the hell is this?
Niles: Well, what do you mean? I just thought you two might enjoy reminiscing about all the good times you've shared...
Roz: Oh, no you don't. Donny is seeing Daphne and I am not the kind who steals other people's boyfriends. Not friends' boyfriends. Not good friends'. Not again!

Niles: Roz, you might recall you went out with him for six months. She's only seen him three or four times, they're not even sleeping together.
Roz: What? How would you know?
Niles: She told me. I don't want to be the bad guy here, but you did have him first and he did want to make a life with you.
Roz: Listen, there is no way that I am going... She hasn't slept with him?
Niles: She's English.

Frasier: [blows duck call] Gee, you know, I keep thinking about you and Mom. Maybe Niles and Roz do have a chance.
Martin: Sure they do. Blow it again.
Frasier: [blows duck call] Gosh, you know, I hope I didn't discourage Niles too much by the way I reacted. You know how much stock he puts in my opinion.
Martin: Blow it, Frasier.
Frasier: [blows duck call twice]
Martin: I didn't mean the duck call.

Frasier: Donny?
Daphne: Donny?
Niles: Daphne? [jumping out of his seat, dropping Roz to the ground]
Donny: Daphne?
Frasier: [to Donny] What are you doing here?
Donny: Well, Niles invited me.
Frasier: Oh, did he?
Donny: Yeah, it was really nice of him. Roz and I had a chance to catch up on old times.
Daphne: Oh, that's right, you two used to date, didn't you?
Frasier: Well, isn't that nice of Niles to organize this little reunion?

Martin: Well, come on, Frasier, let's go get a nice Sloppy Joe. I'll pay for it.
Frasier: Something tells me I'll pay for it, too.