Frasier: It won't be so bad.
Niles: Oh, how can you say that? You once tried to report him to the Child Labor Board.
Frasier: Well, at least I was being proactive. I recall you used to lock yourself in the bathroom to cry.
Niles: I didn't go in there to cry. I went in to re-gather my patience.

Frasier: Say, Niles, why don't you just ask Daphne to fill in for you?
Niles: Daphne?
Frasier: Well, why not? She's gonna owe you big time after dragging you to this banana event.
Niles: No, no, it's a concert. And I hardly think it compares to the torture of assisting Dad.
Daphne: All right, I'm ready. Oh, Niles, you're not going in those clothes. Come with me. I got you some hair gel and parachute pants.

Kenny: Oh, sorry I'm late, Doc. I, uh, had a situation at the hotel but it's under control now.
Frasier: Judging from the pillow wrinkles on your cheek, I'd say it was a nap situation.
Kenny: The point is, it's under control.

Roz: Oh, knock it off, Frasier. I'm fine.
Frasier: You sure?
Roz: Yes.
Frasier: Because, believe me, I wouldn't blame you if you were struggling a little bit. I mean, believe me, my head would be filled with "what if's" and "if only's" and, God forbid, the looming question, "What if I'll never again have the chance..." Oh, here comes the press. All right, big smiles.

Daphne: Now, I think we're going to need a smaller drill bit. Where's the chuck key?
Martin: The what?
Daphne: You know, that thing there.
Martin: The tighten-er.
Daphne: It's called the chuck key.
Martin: Well, maybe in England. Here in the U.S., it doesn't have a specific name.

Martin: Hey, Niles. I thought you were busy with an emergency at Northwest.
Niles: I-I was. Actually, I just finished. See, this is my guest badge, that has today's date on it? You can't fake that.

Niles: You look adorable. You look like the princess of safety. Look, I am so sorry for roping you into this.
Daphne: Oh, don't be. Reminds me of when I used to mess about in the garage with my brothers. Used to build all sorts of things. Splints, crutches, peg legs.

Niles: Still, you're very sweet to help Dad out. I don't think I could take his bossiness.
Daphne: Oh, he's not so bad. Could you hand me a rag?
Niles: Uh, sure. Any interest in sneaking off to your room while the foreman's away?
Daphne: That sounds lovely, but first I have to get these pads on. Can you press on this for a moment?
Niles: Yeah, no problem. Maybe later we'll try out my Wagner for Lovers CD.

Daphne: I need another rag.
Niles: Oh, coming up ... a rag.
Daphne: Could you grab me some sandpaper, too?
Niles: Uh, yeah, sure. Of course.
Daphne: Don't press too tight or the pad will slide.
Niles: Oh.
Daphne: Careful, even pressure. Like this.
Niles: Yeah, that's-that's what I'm doing.
Daphne: Well, then why is glue squirting out? I need the rag.
Niles: Okay. Never said I was good at carpentry.
Daphne: Carpentry? This is gluing felt. Can you hand me the square?
Niles: Ah, yes. Here's the square.
Daphne: No, no, no, that one. Why is the pad hanging off the side?
Niles: Well, I think that it slipped when I was handing you the rags and the sandpaper and the square, and by the way, you're welcome.
Daphne: By the way, still waiting for that sandpaper.

Niles: Okay, let's stop. This is as bad as working with Dad.
Daphne: Look, Niles, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm just trying to get this done and get it done well. Okay?
Niles: Okay.
Daphne: I love you.
Niles: I love you, too.
Daphne: And yet, I'm still waiting for that sandpaper.