Frasier: All right, the point is I have to come up with a plan. A plan. Perhaps a ruminative latte will do me some good at Nervosa.
Martin: What? You just had a whole new espresso machine shipped here from Italy!
Frasier: Yes, well, I'm waiting for the cups.

Frasier: Besides, Nervosa is more to me than just a place for coffee. It's my refuge, my sanctuary for contemplation. Oh! Oh, I've just had a cost-saving idea. Daphne, you're family now and yet I still pay you full price for Dad's therapy. [Daphne glares at him] All right, I'll keep thinking. Off I go!

Niles: This happens every time you hire a new accountant. You let their fear get to you. But remember, it's Avery's job to worry about your finances, not yours.
Frasier: Yes, of course it is. Of course it is. He's- He's the professional. Thanks so much, Niles, that's really quite helpful. I feel better now. [to the waiter] Excuse me, change my shortbread order to tart tatin. One for my brother, please, a la mode.
Niles: He's back.

Frasier: Well, I happen to be one of your core customers, Ms. Nervosa. In fact, I spend over three thousand dollars a year here, which I just found out today.
Niles: Frasier, people are starting to stare. Let's just come back tomorrow afternoon when the cafe is quieter.
Maureen: Actually, Ben will be playing afternoons from now on.
Frasier: Really? Well, you know, I, I would think about that. Although we do adore your establishment, if there is one thing we can find in Seattle it is another coffee shop.
Ben: Yeah, but not many of them will let you change in the men's room.

Frasier: Now, I don't relish the idea of asking you this, but I'm afraid you will have to choose. Either...
Maureen: I choose Ben.
Frasier: I see. Well, farewell, Nervosa. It's been a splendid decade, but I'm afraid your brew has become a bit too bold for my brother and me. Come, Niles, let's go.
Niles: But, I don't want to go. Nervosa is my haven, my cocoon.

Frasier: Dad, you see I'm facing a perplexing dilemma, here. Some guidance would be welcome.
Martin: No it wouldn't. You always ask my opinion, and then completely ignore it. Well, this time, while I've got the floor, I'm gonna talk about what I want to talk about. NBA referees need to enforce the traveling rule. It's dribble-one step-shoot, not dribble-step-step-step-step-shoot! Thank you.

Frasier: That was very helpful. I guess I'll just do what I always do, sort through this myself. All right, I'm off to Nervosa. No. I'm off to that other place where young Steve works. No. That's Avery and Julia's place. Well, I hope you're both satisfied, now I don't know where the hell I'm going.

Roz: You can stop checking the door. Frasier swore he'd never come back here.
Niles: Oh, I'm not worried about him. Yes, we do have a pact to boycott Nervosa, but I only came in her because I saw you sitting alone and I thought you needed company.
Ben: Are you ready for some more music?
Niles: Oh, fudge. Time to go.
Roz: Why don't you like Ben? He's really nice. He was selling his CDs outside. I got "Abbey Road" and the soundtrack from "Grease".

Ben: I'm gonna need a little bit of help with this one. [pointing to Niles] What about you, sir, what about you? Can you keep a steady beat for me?
Niles: Sorry, no.
Ben: What do you think, Nervosa? Is he the man for the job? [Roz pushes Niles towards Ben] He doesn't really think you mean it.
Niles: If I do this, will you take a break?
Ben: Yeah, I love breaks, bloke. He says yes.
[Ben starts playing]
Niles: I'm sorry, are you going to stick with that 4/4 tempo?
Ben: Yeah, yeah. [starting again]
Niles: Would you call that sort of an andante feeling?
Ben: Just shake it, okay?

Roz: Well, well, look who's here. I thought you were Nervosa non grata.
Frasier: I had no place else to go.
James: Would you like your usual?
Frasier: More than you could possibly know.