Niles: Daphne, this place looks wonderful. And excellent choice of music. I love this aria.
Daphne: Yes, she has a gorgeous voice, doesn't she? It's a pity she never got quite the recognition of a Joan Sutherland or a Renata Tebaldi.
Niles: I had no idea you knew so much about sopranos.
Daphne: Yeah, well, you don't live with your brother for five years and not learn a thing or two about divas.

Frasier: Daphne... is cooking dinner... for your date with a fictitious woman. Why not just set a place for the March Hare and the Mad Hatter?

Frasier: It's a minefield out there. Everywhere I go, people are talking about the mini-series I've been watching.
Roz: Oh, yeah. Did you see the ending last night? When that...
Frasier: Bup, bup, bup, bup. I attended a benefit last night. I had to tape it, and I have yet to see it.
Roz: Oh, well who would have thought it? Mr. PBS watching a trashy mini-series.
Frasier: I don't think it's trashy at all. In fact, I think the intricacies of the plot are downright Dickensian.
Roz: Yeah, Angie Dickensian.

Niles: Listen, Daphne. Do you have a minute?
Daphne: Sure.
Niles: There's something I wanted to ask you. Nothing earth-shattering, it's just, uh...
Daphne: Yes?
Niles: What's that perfume you're wearing?
Daphne: Leave it to you to notice. It's Obsession.
Niles: No, no, it isn't. I was just curious.
Daphne: No, I'm quite sure it's Calvin Klein's Obsession.
Niles: Oh, yes. It's very pleasing.
Daphne: I've even spray a bit on my brush and comb it through my hair. Silly really, as if anyone's going to smell my hair.

Martin: Oh, Niles. All you need to know is that women go crazy for flattery. It doesn't matter if it's a big fat lie: They'll still buy it. But whatever advice Daphne's giving you too, must be great. 'Cause she's smart as a whip.
Daphne: Oh, thank you, Mr. Crane.

Niles: She's very beautiful. And very sweet. And she has a smile that makes my knees weaken.
Daphne: You know, Dr. Crane, if this woman is as wonderful as you say she is, then you shouldn't waste another moment. She won't be on the market forever.
Niles: You're right. I've been a fool to hesitate as long as I have.
Daphne: That's the spirit.
Niles: I'm gonna do it.
Daphne: Good for you. Don't leave time for second thoughts. [grabbing Niles' coat] You go ask her out this instant.
Niles: Daphne, that won't be necessary.
Daphne: I know you're feeling brave, but it's quite nasty out.
Niles: No, you don't understand. I don't have to leave this room to ask Phyllis on a date.
Daphne: You don't?
Niles: No, because- Because you see, Daphne, I know her work number by heart.

Niles: [on the phone] So, anyway, what would you do, if you were in my position? Would you tell her everything and just let the chips fall where they may, or...? Uh, yeah. Well I do see your point. I have to run. So, I'll take the three-year subscription and the travel clock.

Daphne: Now hurry up and get read. And wear that blue blazer of yours, no woman can resist you in that.
Niles: Right.
Daphne: Good lord, look at the time. Honestly, Dr. Crane, sometimes I wonder what kind of a fantasy world you're living in.

Daphne: By the way, the roast is coming along nicely. How are you at chopping vegetables?
Niles: Are you kidding? You don't get forearms like these from just... conducting your stereo.

Daphne: Now, I was thinking for the salad: some cucumbers and carrots. How 'bout some celery?
Niles: Oh, no. No celery, hate the stuff.
Daphne: Me, too. Why do you have it, then?
Niles: I guess it's just habit. Maris used to liked to have it around in case she felt like bingeing.