[Frasier follows Martin into the kitchen]
Frasier: Dad, Niles and I are investors in the company that's tearing down Duke's. [Martin is silent] We didn't know! When we found out, we tried to get out of it, but we couldn't. Oh, geez, yell at me, Dad, will you please? Just hit me or something, hit me with your cane. Just don't stand there.
[Martin pours milk down the front of Frasier's robe. Frasier wipes it up and Martin puts the milk away.]
Martin: Let me see if I got this right: in the last year, you give my chair away, you lose my dog, and now you demolish my bar. What's next? I'm gonna find out you're the one who shot me in the hip?

Martin: Well, maybe I spent too much time at Duke's anyway.
Frasier: What do you mean?
Martin: Oh, you know. When you kids were growing up, maybe if I'd spent less time at Duke's and more time with you, I wouldn't be sitting across from a son who put so much stock in one beer.
Frasier: You know, I was actually having a pretty good time down there at Duke's. Until I found out I was the one responsible for obliterating it from the face of the planet.
Martin: I liked having you there, too, son.
Frasier: Thanks, Dad.

Frasier: Oh, good evening, Daphne. Or should I say, good morning? [Daphne rolls her eyes] How was your... date with Derek?
Daphne: We had a wonderful time. First, we went to dinner, then we went to the symphony. Then we took a lovely moonlight stroll through the park. He's a perfect gentleman is Derek.
[The back of Daphne's outfit is covered with grass and mud and is sloppily closed up]
Frasier: Apparently, in England, it's the fourth date.

Martin: That was good. That reminds me of old Mickey Doogan. I remember one Fourth of July, we were on mounted patrol, leading a big parade down Broad Street. It was a real scorcher that day, must have been a hundred degrees, and I'm sitting on top of a thousand pounds of hot, sweaty horse. I must have been complaining a bit, 'cause as we ride by Duke's, Mickey gets fed up and says "If you want a damn beer so bad, shut up and get one." So I ride old Agides right through the front door, right up to the bar and order myself a beer. Duke plays it cool as a cucumber and says "And what'll your friend have?" I say, "Nothin', he's drivin." [laughs, Frasier laughs politely] I've told ya that one before, haven't I?
Frasier: Yeah.

Frasier: Oh, hi, Dad. What are you doing up?
Martin: Oh, I reached over in my sleep and Eddie wasn't there.
Frasier: You need a woman, Dad.

Niles: Well?
Frasier: Twelve percent?
Niles: Net! And, if you're unhappy at the end of the year, I'll buy you out and you can go back to that cozy two percent your bank is giving you.