Daphne: Thanks for coming. I know you're busy. Please, have a seat.
Amber: Oh, thanks. Yeah, right after this I have to go pick up a new teddy.
Daphne: Oh, that's so sweet. Well, I'll make this quick then. We're not expecting anything fancy. Just the basic burping, diapering, and so forth.
Amber: Okay, I guess I'm game for that.
Daphne: Oh, wonderful. Why don't I make some tea and we can talk.
Amber: Great. Uh, did you want me to wear something special?
Daphne: Oh. Since you asked, I've always been partial to a simple white nurse's uniform.
Amber: It's a classic.

Martin: Oh, hi, I thought I heard some talking out here. I'm Marty Crane.
Amber: Hi.
Martin: How you doing?
Amber: Great.
Martin: So, Daphne give you the third degree?
Amber: Oh, not really.
Martin: Oh, well, that's good. I think she's a little sensitive, you know, about being replaced. She's been doing me for ten years.
Amber: Oh, but then she got pregnant.
Martin: Right, right. But you know, lately, she's been having me up on the table. I like it better on the floor. The floor all right with you?
Amber: It's your dime.
Martin: Well, uh, maybe you could show me your stuff.
Amber: Oh.
Martin: I'll, uh, never hear the end of it if I don't take you out for a spin.

Harbin: I better go, Mama. I'm sorry I scraped your head with my watch. [exits]
Frasier: You know... he said the same thing to my engine when he opened the hood.

Frasier: Charlotte, I'm afraid we're making a terrible mistake.
Charlotte: Frasier, I'm not switching sides again.
Frasier: No. I mean writing off these three weeks just 'cause you're moving. I had a great time with you today, and with somebody else it would have been a disaster.
Charlotte: With somebody else, I would have been in Portland.
Frasier: Come on, you know what I'm talking about. We have a lot of fun together. And why deny ourselves the chance to have even more? I know the sensible thing would be to just end it now and walk away. And normally that's what I would do, but... I don't want to be sensible.
Charlotte: But we'd only have three weeks.
Frasier: I know. It'd be like a summer fling.
Charlotte: But wouldn't we be sad when it ended?
Frasier: Of course we would. That's what happens. You-you're sad. When summer's over. Well, I... never was. I always looked forward to the new school year. I would buy my books...
Charlotte: Are you going to talk all summer?