Roz: Here you go, guys, one cappuccino, one latte, and hey, these are on me.
Frasier: Oh!
Niles: This guilt is driving me crazy.
Roz: It should, you make about ten times more than I do.

Frasier: Well, Daphne, very nice.
Daphne: Thank you.
Frasier: No, thank you.
Daphne: I'd be more flattered if I didn't know how hard up you both are.

Roz: Cough it up, you piece of tin!
Frasier: Roz!
Roz: What are you doing out here?
Frasier: One might ask the same question of you. Isn't it customary to wait until the show comes to a complete stop before exiting?

Roz: Wait! Something came out. Oh, damn! Chocolate covered raisins. I'd like to meet the idiot that came up with these. Take a grape, let it shrivel into a disgusting little wart and cover it with perfectly good chocolate. What the hell. I'll just suck the chocolate off.
Frasier: Be sure to save what's left. Maybe you can make some wine.
[Niles enters and watches as Roz sucks on chocolate raisins and spits them into her cup]
Niles: I see all those years of finishing school really paid off.
[Roz spits a raisin at Niles as he heads to Frasier's booth]

Roz: I have a little urge. Damn it!
Frasier: What is the matter with you?
Roz: I have got to have some chocolate. It's kind of a celebration. At 11:07 this morning, I finished one of those magazine diets: "Seven Days to a Healthier, Calmer You".

Niles: And thank you, Roz. That "financial eunuch" bit was inspired. Great stuff, great stuff.
Roz: Yeah, well, look what I had to work with.

Niles: [pulling on Martin's sleeve] Dad? Dad? Dad?
Martin: What? Oh, yeah, and this is my other son, Niles. He's a psychiatrist, too. [Silence] He married money!

Martin: Hey, Duke. Duke, come on, I want you to meet my boys. Yeah, this is Frasier, and this is Niles.
Duke: Hey, how are ya? Hey, how about a couple of Duke's Specials for you guys?
Niles: And what would those be?
Duke: Boilermaker. A shot of whiskey, beer back.
Niles: Oh, darn, we've been drinking those all night. Maybe it's time we switched to sherry. [off Martin's look] Two boilermakers, please.

Frasier: Niles, why is it so important to you? You and Maris are wallowing in money like a couple of yuppie hogs.

Frasier: You buy into an investment group, Eddie, you don't know!