Niles: Obviously Frasier's attempt to break up with Caitlin has gone awry again. Thanks to him I have missed the wine tasting. What kind of weak-willed man allows a woman to come between him and a 1981 Cheval Blanc?
Daphne: You know, just out of curiosity, why didn't you go by yourself instead of sit here with me for half an hour?
Niles: I was worried about him, Daphne, worried sick.

Frasier: Oh well, where do you think I've been? Trying to break up with Caitlin. But did I do it? No. And why? Because I'm Frasier, and I'm a sex-oholic!

Roz: It's obvious what's happening here. You are having a purely sexual fling. It happens to all of us at some time in our lives. The one where the chemistry is perfect? Where you can't even be alone together in a room without tearing each other's clothes off and jumping each other. I mean, does this sound familiar?
Frasier & Daphne: Yes.
Niles: [just a little late] ... Yeah.

Roz: Gosh, mine was this lifeguard. He had long blond hair and the bluest eyes. He used to get so sunburned, I'd spend hours just peeling the skin off his back. What was his name? Rick? Nick. I know there was an "ick" sound.
Frasier: I was about to make one of those myself.

Roz: We haven't heard anything from you, Niles.
Frasier: Oh, I don't think we're exactly in Niles's wheelhouse.
Niles: I beg your pardon?
Frasier: Come on, Niles, I've heard your stories. They're not the steamiest stuff.
Niles: Obviously you've forgotten the semester I spent living in Paris. I'll have you know I had a torrid affair with a married woman.
Roz: Really?
Frasier: Well, I'm sorry, Niles. I had no idea.
Niles: It's not something I boast about. The attraction was simply overpowering. Every Thursday, two o'clock, the Hotel De Boulogne. We'd arrive separately, climb the stairs, open the door... Ooh-la-la. Oh, what an embrace. Afterwards, she'd whisper to me, "There's something so sweet in your eyes,"-
Frasier: "-and it does me so much good," said Emma Bovary! If you're going to steal a love life, don't steal from the classics, you imbecile.
Niles: [to Roz] The part about being in Paris is true.

Frasier: Over-thinking things can certainly spoil anything. You know, it's funny, I gave the very same advice the other day on my show to that lawyer from Bainbridge.
Roz: I don't remember that.
Frasier: You were five feet away. Doesn't anyone listen?

Caitlin: Is that what's been on your mind? Because I thought you were tense these last few days. I even went and got some hot oil to give you a massage. But I guess we won't be needing that now.
Frasier: Well, I have been terribly worried about this global warming situation.

Frasier: Caitlin?
Caitlin: I'm a member of the Lycanthrope society.
Frasier: As in werewolf?
Caitlin: Not literally. It's a group of women who believe that the moon controls our cycles, and this is our way of paying our respects. [howling] Besides, you've heard me howl before.
Frasier: Well, yes, but in that context I took it as a compliment.

Frasier: You know, I just love these converted loft spaces. I wonder what this one was before you moved in? Judging by these meat hooks, I'd say a slaughterhouse.
Caitlin: No, I put those in. It was a day-care center.
Frasier: Oh, you artists and your whimsical decorating touches!

Niles: So, I understand you had a full dance card this weekend?
Frasier: Yes, indeed. I met a lovely young artist at the gallery opening on Saturday. We went out for coffee afterwards, and our date lasted until, well... the cows didn't actually come home, but I did hear mooing on the front porch.