Martin: Well, I hope you're satisfied. I got everyone to change. We're gonna have it on the 11th.
Frasier: The 11th?
Martin: Yeah, and it wasn't easy either, Mel had to reschedule his polyp surgery.

Niles: Daphne, you're not actually going out in that, are you?
Daphne: That's it. I'm staying home.
Roz: No, just try it, we can accessorize it.
Niles: With what? A lamp post and a public defender?

Niles: What you suppose she meant by that?
Frasier: Obviously, she thinks we're always together. That we're some sort of "couple."
Niles: That's ridiculous, we spend lots of times apart. Besides, who is she to talk? Look at her and Harry. They go everywhere together.
Frasier: They're married, Niles.

Frasier: Where are wegoing to find someone to babysit a nine year old child?
Roz: [o.s] Quit your blubbering and just pick something, damn it.
Frasier: Roz-
Roz: Now what?
Frasier: You were right. You know, you would be a welcome addition to any party.
Roz: Oh, you don't have to say that.
Frasier: No, no, no. Honestly, Niles and I want you to join us for dinner.
Roz: You mean it?
Frasier: Yes, yes. In fact, we're having someone who might make a very interesting dinner companion for you.
Roz: He's not some stuffy old coot, is he?
Frasier: No, no...
Niles: Young!
Frasier: Yes, very young.

Niles: Oh, Daphne, isn't that Roz's dress?
Daphne: Yes, it was really the only thing that looked good on me. Come on, Roz, we don't want to be late!
[Roz enters wearing the glittery blue dress]
Daphne: Doesn't she look beautiful!
Roz: Oh, shove it, Daphne. I know you think I look like a hooker.
Daphne: No, I said it made me look like a hooker. On you... Well, it works.

Frasier: [on phone] Hello? Yes, yes. Oh Lord, I'm so sorry you can't make it. That's all right. Yes, some other time. Goodbye. [hangs up]
Niles: Oh, please not the Ashbys.
Frasier: Family emergency. Apparently it's so urgent they didn't have time to think of a plausible excuse.

Daphne: What happened?
Roz: He said I wasn't classy enough to come to his fancy dinner party.
Frasier: Roz, you know I didn't mean that.
Daphne: Oh, get in line. I've lived here for six years and the only time I'm asked to that table is when I'm holding a freaking serving spoon.