Gil: Will you stop that infernal bouncing?
Bulldog: No, sir. No, sir. Gotta keep moving. Constant movement equals constant calorie burn. You sure you guys don't want some appetite suppressants?
Roz: What the hell are those things anyway?
Bulldog: They're fine. They're fine. They're natural. They have ginseng.

Martin: What's going on?
Frasier: Well, we had a bit of a discipline breakdown. We've all agreed to spend the last twelve hours before the final weigh-in policing each other. It's a good thing you had dinner out. I've purged the apartment of all foodstuffs.
Niles: Who's that gentleman on the floor?
All: Noel.
Frasier: He passes out from time to time, but not to worry, I'm sure the next searing stomach cramp will bring him around.

Niles: You know, Dad, I think he may like me even more than he likes Eddie.
Martin: No contest.

Roz: It's weird, my skin tastes kind of salty.
Bulldog: Oh, I'd say mostly sweet, but a little salty.
Roz: That wasn't me, Bulldog.
Gil: That was me you licked. And if it happens again, I shall consider it strike one.

Martin: Stay out of the hallway, Eddie just threw up a dead pigeon, and now he's eating it again.
[Nobody's hungry anymore]

Noel: I see giant steaks with legs.
Bulldog: You're hallucinating. [Bulldog slaps the back of Noel's head] Just pull it together.
Kenny: Uh, no, he's right. It's the Beef Council Dancers. They're on after us.
[Noel returns the favor and slaps Bulldog's head]