Frasier: Daphne, may I have a word with you, please?
Daphne: What is it, Dr. Crane?
Frasier: Well, it's about you wedding gift. Now, I know it's not traditionally the role of a friend but we consider you family, so please don't say no. Dad and I would be honored to pay for your wedding... [hiccup]
Daphne: ... Pay for my wedding?
Frasier: [hiccup]
Daphne: How wonderful! [hugs Frasier] That's the most generous thing I could ever imagine.
Martin: What's all the hubbub?
Daphne: Dr. Crane, just told me about your incredible wedding present. You people are heaven-sent.
Martin: Well, I'm glad you like it. And you know what, we're going to throw in a piece of luggage as well.
Daphne: [tearful] I'm just so overwhelmed.

Donny: Wait, wait, wait a minute. What am I doing? Here you guys, you're making this lovely gesture and I'm just insulting you. I mean, if you guys are not family to Daphne, then who is? Course you
can pay for the wedding. Thank you, thank you.
Daphne: I just knew he'd see how much this meant to you. I'm tearing up again.
Donny: Oh, no, don't start with the water works because you're going to get me going. What is that? Jerky? Can I have some of that?
Martin: Help yourself.
Donny: "Made from filet mignon." How much did this stuff set you back?
Frasier: You have no idea.

Daphne: Now, as far as the reception goes, I've narrowed it down to two places. I'm leaning towards "Captain Jonah's." The view of the water's lovely. But you have to walk through a whale's mouth to get inside.
Frasier: I hesitate to ask how you exit.

Roz: Well, it sounds like she's having fun planning her wedding.
Frasier: Yes, well, now that she can have things her way and not her mother's.
Roz: She's lucky you came along.
Frasier: Well, yes and no. You know, I sit here and let her make questionable choices and I say nothing because I know it's going to cost me less. I'm sorry. You know what, I've got to change my thinking about this whole thing. I mean, what good is my money, if I'm denying her the best gift I have to offer: my taste and expertise? Frankly, what Daphne really deserves is the gift of Frasier.
Roz: Suddenly that crock pot I'm giving them doesn't sound so bad.

Frasier: Ah, finally, the doves have arrived. Come in, come in. Lazlo, thank you so much for coming. Lovely flowers, I'll let you know.
Daphne: Dr. Crane, was that the florist for my wedding?
Frasier: In his dreams! God, the man's arrangements are one big cliché. Look at this, his answer to everything is baby's breath, baby's breath, baby's breath.

Daphne: Does that woman with the harp have something to do with my wedding, too?
Frasier: No, Daphne, she's selling them door to door. Of course it's for your wedding. She's auditioning.

Frasier: Dad, please, it's all just a bit much, isn't it? We don't want to turn this wedding into a circus. Now, where's the dove man?

Daphne: Dr. Crane, about the doves.
Frasier: Just picture it, Daphne. Aren't they something? As you and Donny exit the church, one dozen white birds of peace will be released and circle above. Of course, we'll use fourteen, actually. The power lines always take out a few.

Martin: You're auditioning our minister for the wedding?
Daphne: Don't you think Donny and I should have a say in who marries us?
Frasier: Of course, Daphne, I'm just whittling down the possibilities. The final choice is yours.
Chef Marco: Who's tasting the first course?
Frasier: Oh, that would me.

Daphne: Who's that?
Frasier: That's Chef Marco from the Mercer Club, Daphne. Today we'll be sampling each of our four courses.
Daphne: No, I was planning on serving a buffet. That way people can mingle, it's more festive.
Frasier: Daphne, we are talking about your wedding, not brunch with all the fixin's at "Billy Bob's Blackjack Boomtown."