Frasier: See that, Roz? The public still craves the kind of excitement that only Frasier Crane can provide. [Roz is asleep.] Roz!
Roz: I am so sorry. The baby kept me up all night long last night. I'm trying to get her used to her crib, but she just hates to sleep alone.
Frasier: Well, the acorn certainly doesn't fall far from the-

Roz: I have got to wake up. I'm on my way to an interview. I mean, I'd kill for a cup of regular coffee, but I'm still nursing so I can't. You know, it was all I could do just to get myself dressed and then feed the baby this morning.
Frasier: Yes, well, next time maybe you should try feeding first and dressing second.
Roz: [noticing a large stain on her shirt] Oh, my God. How did I miss this?
Frasier: On the plus side, it does divert the eye from the blueberries in your teeth.
Roz: What? I can't go to this interview like this.
Frasier: Of course you can.
Roz: Oh, I'm just gonna call and cancel.
Frasier: No, no, no, Roz, please. Just check your teeth, put your jacket on and I swear you'll look every inch the smart career gal on the go. There.
Roz: Thanks, Frasier.
Martin: [entering] Hey, Roz. Is that the newest thing, wearing two different shoes?
Roz: Oh, my God.

Frasier: Hi, Dad. So, what brings you here?
Martin: Well, I thought you needed a little cheering up. You've been kinda mopey lately.
Frasier: Well, I had kind of a rough night at the wine club. During the blindfolded tasting, I gave four stars to a Mexican Zinfandel.

Martin: Well, I don't just mean last night. You've been kinda down ever since you lost your job, you know? And you haven't had a date in I don't know how long.
Frasier: Yes, well, I know how long, and this isn't the way to cheer me up.
Martin: Well, don't worry, I found a girl for you. Now, Duke's daughter Marie just moved back in town...
Frasier: Dad, blind dates remain the refuge of the lovelorn.
Martin: You know, if you didn't talk like that you might not have to get set up so much.

Marie: I don't know when I've had such a delicious meal. You really made this dessert yourself?
Frasier: Well, yes. A little something I like to call "Crane brûlée."

Marie: Why don't you join us for dessert?
Martin: Oh, thanks anyway, but I had "Crane brûlée" for lunch.
Frasier: [laughs] I had to do a little dry run earlier, wanted to make sure my caramelizer wasn't on the fritz.
Martin: Yeah, I was pretty proud the first time he brought that blow-torch home, 'til I saw what it was for.

Frasier: You know, the insecure part of me is having trouble figuring out why she's going out with me. She could have her pick of men. And I am a little older, haven't been to the gym as often as I should- You can feel free to contradict me anytime you like.

Frasier: Marie is not using me. She would want me just as much even if I weren't a psychiatrist. You know, you're jealous. You're jealous that I'm having sex. Jealous that I'm having hot, passionate, sweaty jungle sex. What are you having?
Niles: [to the waitress stood behind Frasier] I'm having a latte.

Marie: You are so good at this. Much better than my therapist.
Frasier: You have a therapist?
Marie: Not anymore. Who can afford it? Anyway, you know, my hands are feeling much better, why don't we give that massage another shot? So I notice that I often have this dream right after I talk to my mother. Oh, your muscles are so tense. Is it just your neck, or is it all over?
Frasier: ... It's all over.

Frasier: Marie and I broke up.
Niles: I'm sorry. Did she at least give you a reason?
Frasier: I broke up with her. But thank you for the daily shot in the arm of confidence.