Martin: Boy, that was so weird. Niles just kicked my cane right out from under me. Yeah, I know he wants to keep Daphne around here, but I didn't think he'd go that far. [laughs]
Frasier: Well, no, not deliberately, but maybe he was acting on an unconscious level.
Martin: What are you talking about? I was just making a joke.

Niles: I can't let her leave. I just can't.
Martin: Well, there's nothing we can do about it.
Niles: I still have a day. I just have to be more resourceful.
Martin: Like how?
Niles: It's my problem, not yours. I just have to think. Fresh air, maybe that'll calm me down. Oh, look at the sunset. Dad, come join me on the balcony.
[As Niles walks out on the balcony, Martin rushes out of the apartment]
Martin: Eddie! Get outta here! Quick! Come on, come on, come on!

Frasier: Dad, what's this?
Martin: Oh, a call came in for you.
Frasier: Rebecca Wendell. Oh, my God.
Martin: Isn't she that model you've been after?
Frasier: Not just a model, Dad, a lingerie model. I met her at the symphony. Wow, this is amazing. When did this come in?
Martin: About an hour ago.
Frasier: Well, I was here an hour ago.
Martin: Yeah, you were in the tub.
Frasier: That didn't stop you yesterday when you came in to ask me if a peach smelled funny.

Frasier: We spoke for about an hour, and we're having dinner on Saturday night.
Martin: Well, that's great. I hope everything works out.
Frasier: Actually, Dad, on that score, uh, you could make yourself scarce that night.
Martin: Well, actually, I'm moving in with Niles for a couple of months.
Frasier: Well, have some confidence in me, Dad, it won't take me that long.

Martin: Listen, I've been living under your roof for five years now, you've earned a little time to yourself.
Frasier: Still, maybe you should sleep on it for tonight.
Niles: Frasier, Frasier, please. You've had a chance to get closer to Dad these past few years and I wouldn't mind having that same chance myself. Frankly, I'm a bit jealous.
Frasier: Well, I am sorry, Niles. I guess I haven't been seeing this from your angle.
[Daphne enters the apartment]
Daphne: Hello, all.
Niles: Hello, Daphne.
Frasier: And quite a little angle it is, too.

Martin: Oh, Daph, let me ask you something. How would you feel about moving in with Niles?
Daphne: Are you serious?
Niles: Yes.
Daphne: Just me?
Niles: Yes. No, no. And Dad.
Martin: Just 'til Frasier goes back to work. It's been a little crowded around here.
Daphne: Well, I won't argue with that. You know, Dr. Crane has quite a few stairs, are you sure you can manage them?
Martin: Oh, sure. Nobody knows better than you how my well my hip's getting.
Niles: Well, what are we waiting for? [taking the grocery bag from Daphne] Here. Let's get you packed.
Daphne: Wait a minute. I was hired as Mr. Crane's physical therapist. And if he can make it up and down that staircase of yours, he really doesn't need full time care anymore. This is hard for me to say, but maybe it's
time I moved on. [Niles drops the grocery bag] We all knew this day would come sooner or later.
Martin: What about my exercises?
Daphne: You'll do fine on your own. Believe me, it's not that I want to go, I'm very fond of you all. I'm not like a psychiatrist, who works with someone for years and years and it doesn't matter if they ever get better. [Martin nods] My work here is done. I have to go where I'm needed.

Martin: Well, I guess you know what's best. It's sure gonna be lonely, though, just the two of us.
Daphne: It won't just be the two of you, you'll have Eddie.
[Eddie jumps on Niles' lap. He starts to weep.]

Niles: Dad?
Martin: [without turning around] Eddie, whatever you're on, get off.

Niles: I wish you'd consider staying here with us. I don't know how Dad's going to manage without you.
Daphne: He doesn't need me anymore.
Niles: Nonsense. I know he puts on a brave front, the plain truth is, the man is practically an invalid.
[Martin races through the kitchen chasing Eddie.]
Martin: All right, come back here.
Daphne: [laughing] What's he got now?
Martin: Oh, my sneaker. You give me that back or I'm not taking you for your speed walk.

Frasier: Dad. Good lord, what are you doing here?
Martin: We gotta talk.
Frasier: Now? It's not a good time.
Martin: But it's getting spooky over at Niles's.
Frasier: Well, yes. Yes, I know it's a little unsettling the way he changes into that Chinese dressing gown after dinner, but you'll get used to it.
Martin: No, no, no. I think his unconscious is trying to hurt me.
Frasier: Oh, Dad, that's preposterous.
Martin: No, it isn't.
Frasier: Can't we talk about this in the morning? Believe me, there is no way your own flesh and blood would try to hurt you.
[Frasier closes his door, hitting Martin in the face]
Martin: Ow!
Frasier: Oh, my God. I'm sorry.