Frasier: Gosh, you know, actually I'm kind of excited. You may not know this, but as a tyke I had my heart set on space flight. [sighs] Tragic, isn't it? How a child's dreams can be squashed by a single ride on a diabolically speedy Tilt-A-Whirl?

Martin: Hey, Fras. Did you get things all patched up with Roz?
Frasier: On the contrary, every time I offer her an olive branch, she snaps it in two, sets it on fire, and writes "No!" with the ashes. She had the temerity to call me overbearing. This time the wound is deep, my friends, bone deep!
Niles: Well, maybe-
Frasier: Oh yes, of course sometimes I am forceful with my opinions, but that is only because I'm passionate. And right. And passionate about being right! "Overbearing," as if!

Frasier: So, Roz, you're a space nerd!
Roz: I wouldn't go that far. There is just something about rockets, though.
Frasier: Ah, indeed.

Frasier: Roz, sounds like your show could be a portal from which we can glimpse the promise of the future, a promise linked by a billion stars. God speed, Roz Doyle.
Roz: You wouldn't by any chance be hoping to narrate this, would you?
Frasier: Me?
Roz: Well, actually I was gonna ask you, but I was afraid it might be kind of awkward, you working for me. I mean, you've been my boss for eight years. I just wasn't sure if you could handle it.
Frasier: Oh Roz, pooh!

Martin: Oh, we made some good kites, didn't we?
Niles: Great kites. The Blue Baron.
Martin: The Screaming Meamie.
Niles: The Shield of Perseus.
Martin: You came up with that one, didn't you?
Niles: Thank you.

Martin: I'm gonna go make some sketches. You know, I always wanted to try a dragon.
Niles: That's a great idea. We'll name it Fafnir, after Siegfried's fiery nemesis.
Martin: Maybe we'll just make a fish.

Roz: Now, I think basically we're in good shape, but I felt like it dragged a little in the middle. Any thoughts?
Ed: I agree. Uh, maybe we should talk about the social aspects. The panic that spread through the schools because they weren't emphasizing space.
Roz: Oh, I like that. Good idea.
B.K.: What about the space program as a tool for the politicians?
Roz: Good angle. These are great ideas, guys. Keep 'em coming.
Frasier: You know, I thought we might intercut between the Russian and American programs and build up the tension of the space race.
Roz: I don't think so.

Ed: What about that dog the Russians sent up?
Roz: I love that. People like dogs.
Frasier: How about those chimps?
Roz: I don't know. I mean, this isn't "Zoo in Space."

Roz: What, Frasier?
Frasier: Well, it's just a teeny thing, Roz. I was thinking that, seeing as how it is the jumping-off place for the future, that we might devote two segments to the International Space Station.
Roz: Thanks, but I've worked this out very specifically.
B.K.: You know, I was thinking we could combine the stuff about the manned and unmanned missions into one segment and spread out the space station.
Roz: Oh, I like that. Good idea, B.K.
Frasier: I just said that.
Roz: Well, I didn't hear you.
Frasier: Well, you must have heard me, Roz, because you said no.
Roz: Frasier, let's move on, shall we?

Frasier: I realize I've gone on here a bit, Fred, so let me try to boil this down for you. If you want to be a good leader, you've got to be able to admit when you're wrong. No one ever stood so tall as when he - or she stooped to say, "I'm sorry."
Fred: "What's that got to do with my fear of intimacy?"
Frasier: Which brings to mind another phrase: "There is none so blind as he-or she-who will not see."