George: Can you tow it?
Tow-truck Operator: Not with them in it.
Frasier: Well, that's just tough luck. Because we ain't budging.
Tow-truck Operator: You'll have to call the police.

Frasier: You know, we wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for you and that ridiculous birdcage! [from Niles' look] Oh, come on, I can only change one character flaw at a time.

Niles: The minute you develop feelings for someone, you get scared and find some way to sabotage things.
Frasier: I'd like to strike you, of course, but you speak the truth.

Julia: So, uh, what was this message?
Frasier: Um, oh, I just said that I found you bright, and uh, beautiful and engaging, and then... there was a sonnet: "Fair love's ship ne'er sailed o'er unstorm'd seas. The fickle stars, her compass, bright and cruel..." It's pretty sappy stuff, huh?
Julia: No, it's sweet. Especially the end.
Frasier: So you did hear it?

Julia: You know, I just remembered where I may have lost my earring.
Frasier: Really, where?
Julia: In your bedroom. Do you care to help me look?
Frasier: In my bedroom? Well, we were never in my bedroom, I don't... Oh. I see.

Niles: You lied to me.
Frasier: Oh, I'm sorry. Would you have rather I told you that I was in flagrante delicto?

Frasier: How about some Mozart to make things festive, huh?
Julia: Well, I'm not sure I'd call that festive.
Frasier: Well, then you'd be wrong, as it is from the Salzburg Music Festival.
Julia: How about something a little more contemporary.
Frasier: Oh, all right. I believe I have Michael Nyman's The Contemporary Trumpet.
Julia: What are you, a hundred?
Frasier: All right, nothing then, my little wasp.

Frasier: She, uh, shoots from the hip, this one.
Niles: Yes.
Frasier: You should hear what she says about my show.
Julia: Oh, I just have to remind Mr. Pompous here that what we do on the radio is entertainment.

Julia: Hey, Marty, you're a Mariners fan. They won in the tenth on a grand slam.
Frasier: Who's ready to play that game of pictionary we talked about? I know I am.

[Frasier draws a circle with a stem.]
Julia: A ball. A balloon. Oh, an apple! A bomb. The circle. Oh, the circle of life.
[Frasier adds a hat to the circle, which now has a mouth]
Julia: Uh, I don't know. [Frasier points with the pen] Yeah, I'm looking at it. Well, maybe if you point to it harder, I'll get it. Give me something to work with, dummy!
[Frasier draws a larger circle around the existing one]
Julia: Oh, a hat! The Cat in the Hat! Uh, Abraham Lincoln!
Martin: Time!
Julia: Oh, "From Here to Eternity". I got that in!
Frasier: No, that's, that's not it.
Julia: What the hell is it?
Frasier: It's a cherry with a mustache and, uh, wearing a sombrero. It's "Cherry Garcia."
Julia: Oh, my God, that is the worst drawing I've ever seen. I mean, even these cheaters wouldn't have gotten that one.
Daphne: Cheaters?
Julia: I saw you guys mouthing at each other. And I think Father Time here cut us off a little early, too.