[in Frasier's dream sequence:]
Frasier: You know, I can't believe there are still people who blame me for Niles's death.
Daphne: Oh, people will talk about anything. So you sliced him to ribbons with your wheat thresher. It was your first time farming, for God's sakes.

Niles: [waking up out of breath] I can't do it.
Daphne: It's just as well, I'm too tired anyway.

[in Daphne's dream]
Frasier: Oh, you couldn't sleep either?
Daphne: Just thought I'd fix meself a little snack.
Frasier: Well, you're entitled, eating for two.
Daphne: I had the baby five months ago.
Frasier: Oh. Yes, that's right. I had Roz send you some flowers.
Daphne: I just have a few extra pregnancy pounds I haven't been able to lose yet. I work out every day. It's really starting to show.
Frasier: Oh, yes. Well done. I'll have Roz send you some flowers.

Daphne: [waking up] Niles!
Niles: Are you all right?
Daphne: How could you?! [hits him]
Niles: I'm sorry?
Daphne: You'd better be!

Daphne: Hello.
Frasier: Hi, Daph.
Daphne: What are you doing here?
Frasier: Had a nightmare. Couldn't get back to sleep.
Daphne: That's strange. Niles had a nightmare, too. And I just dreamt...
Frasier: Niles had a nightmare?
Daphne: Mm-hmm.
Frasier: What about?
Daphne: He dropped the baby and it shattered.
Frasier: [chuckling] That's perfect. Wait a minute. How did he drop it? Was it from a height? In a crowd? Was there water involved?
Daphne: No, it was in the nursery.
Frasier: Yes!

Frasier: Oh, hi, Niles. I understand you had a bad dream.
Niles: Yes, it was utterly inscrutable. There was a table saw and apple pies, and...
Frasier: Spare me, Niles, you broke the baby. Now who has the obvious dreams?
Niles: It was still more interesting than yours.

Niles: Daphne, I will always find you attractive. Your dream shouldn't worry you at all, unlike mine. I could very well turn out to be a bad father.
Frasier: At least you two can face your fears together. Whom do I have to hug away my nighttime terrors, hmm?
Daphne: Oh, boo-hoo, send yourself some flowers.

Martin: Oh, geez, we come up here to relax, and you're arguing about your dreams?
Niles: Well, dreams that reveal genuine anxieties, which...
Martin: Blah, blah, blah. [to Daphne] You're going to lose your looks? Happens to everyone. [to Frasier] You're afraid you're going to end up alone? You'll still have your family. [to Niles] You're afraid you're going to be a bad father? Join the club. Now, just clam it up and go to bed.

Niles: You know, I'm starting to regret inviting him up here.