Gil: Oh, nice outfit, Roz. Somehow you and a peasant blouse just seem to go together.
Roz: Thanks. Haven't worn it for years. I mean, how long can something stay in the closet?

Frasier: Say, uh, Gil, are you pleased with your housekeeper?
Gil: Oh, you mean Chung? Oh yes, he's marvelous. He's efficient, he's dependable and he still hasn't figured out American money. Between you and me, I told him when they made Lincoln's picture bigger it was worth more.

Gil: Did I mention he's a drug mule?
Frasier: Oh, he is not. You're just saying that because you don't want to help me out.
Gil: Oh, such insight. It's a pity more people don't listen to your show.

Roz: Come on, Frasier, the winning team gets a free trip to Vegas!
[Everyone except Frasier cheers]
Gil: Four glorious days in Sin City, with all its gaudy brilliance, the feathered headdresses, the fishnet stockings.
Kenny: I'm just wearing an aloha shirt, myself.

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.

Kate: What do you two want?
Bulldog: Nothing.
Gil: Keep up the good work.

Gil: Frasier, old man, why do they need raises? You're talking about people who eat corn dogs and nachos.
Frasier: That statement is appallingly elitist.
Gil: Well thank you, Mister Everyday People.

Kenny: Gather round everyone.
Frasier: Oh, Kenny, what's all this?
Kenny: I'm here to officially announce this year's SeaBea nominations.
Frasier: Oh, well.
Gil: He made us wait until your show was over. It was interminable.