Niles: Oh, oh, here they are. Frasier, tell them what you told me.
Frasier: Freud is the poor man's Jung.
Niles: I never thought I'd live to see the day. Perhaps this is why I was spared.

Niles: I've changed a lot since then. The point is that I have roses to stop and smell.
Frasier: I see, so let me get this straight. You're going to give up squash and smell roses.
Niles: Poor Frasier. I hope that you don't have to go through what I did in order to become as wise as I have.
Daphne: You can still be wise and play squash, darling.
Martin: Yeah, Daphne's right. Go out and have some fun.
Niles: But I am having fun! Since my incident, birds sing more sweetly. The sky is so much bluer.
Frasier: Niles, it has rained every day this week.
Niles: I see rain differently, too.

Frasier: You know, there's something I need to tell you. It's something I've been thinking about...
[A thunderclap booms outside and a lightning flash illuminates the sky]
Niles: You were saying, Frasier?
Frasier: Nothing.

Martin: Don't need to explain to me, son. I know what it's like to cheat death.
Niles: That's true, although I think I got a little closer than you did.
Martin: Oh, really? Well, let's see. I got shot by a gun, and you ate a bunch of cheese.
Niles: I was clinically dead for several minutes. I looked Death square in the eye.
Martin: Well, you might have looked him in the eye, but I shook his hand.
Niles: Really. Well, I kissed him on the cheek.
Martin: Well, I kissed him on the lips. Also, Death was a girl.

Niles: Dad, I don't want to turn this into a competition. I'm just trying to embrace life to the fullest.
Martin: Oh, will you give it a rest.
Niles: Excuse me?
Martin: You haven't embraced a damn thing. All you're doing is yakking about feeling this and experiencing that. You're not doing anything. You won't go back to work or play squash or eat any of your favorite foods.
Niles: I'm just, I'm easing into things until I'm back to normal.
Martin: The doctor says you're there.
Niles: Well, I'm just being extra cautious.
Martin: Sounds to me like you're afraid, son.
Niles: Well, what if I am? Haven't I earned the right to be afraid? I could have died.

Roz: I'm beginning to regret betting on the clown.
Frasier: Roz, I can't eat. I can't sleep. I just lie awake in bed at night mentally arguing with Niles. And I win every time!
Roz: Frasier, this is insane. Do you really think something bad is going to happen if you break your deal with God?
Frasier: Oh, of course not. Well, maybe a little. I don't know. Roz, my brother could have died. I can't be ungrateful to whatever higher power may have spared him.
Roz: I just can't imagine that God would be upset...
Frasier: Oh, he's God, Roz. Have you read the Old Testament? He can be ruthless!

Gertrude: Now do you see why I need my own telly, Daphne.
Daphne: You have your own telly in Manchester.

Frasier: Here's champagne and sparkling cider for you, Niles. and help yourself to brunch whenever you're ready.
Martin: Word to the wise, stay away from the sausage.
Frasier: They're not sausages, Dad. They're "soysages." Niles is on a postoperative diet. We are trying to support him.
Martin: Oh, sorry. What about the bacon?
Frasier: "Fake-un."

Niles: Okay, everyone, I'd like to propose a toast. To my family and friends, your love and support have been overwhelming.
Daphne: Oh, Niles.
Niles: You know, during my operation, I was technically dead for several minutes.
Martin: Yes, we know son, you told us.
Niles: But, it gave me a fresh perspective on everything. It took a brush with death to remind me how lucky I am to be alive.
Frasier: Well done.

Niles: And Gertrude, thank you for giving up the guest bedroom so that I don't have to climb all those stairs.
Gertrude: Oh, no, I'm happy to sleep on that sofa bed with its hard metal frame.
Daphne: You have a nice soft bed in Manchester.