Man: Here to pick up a chair.
Frasier: Right. It's right there.
Man: Sorry I'm late.
Frasier: It's all right.
Man: Been waiting long?
Frasier: Eleven years. Uh, be careful with it.

Bebe: Anyway, they want you to replace him and the money's huge.
Frasier: Poor Mark. What a ghastly way to die.
Bebe: Yes, I cried so hard it was all I could do to stuff your demo tape in the Fed-Ex pouch. But they want you!

Frasier: Well, it's very tempting, Bebe, but I'm very happy here in Seattle. I don't want to leave.
Bebe: Darling, it's San Francisco. Do you know what life is like there for a good-looking straight man? You'll be like a Snickers bar at a fat camp!

[In the radio booth, Frasier hosts his final show and finishes with the same Tennyson poem he recited for his family. Roz's booth is packed with Frasier's radio colleagues. The corridor behind Frasier's window is filled with Frasier's family.]
Frasier: "Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."
I've been thinking about that poem a lot lately. And I think what it says is that, while it's tempting to play it safe, the more we're willing to risk, the more alive we are. In the end, what we regret most are the chances we never took. And I hope that explains a little this journey on which I'm about to embark. I have loved every minute with my KACL family and all of you. For eleven years you have heard me say, "I'm listening." Well, you were listening, too. And for that I am eternally grateful. Goodnight, Seattle.

Bebe: Well, that's gratitude for you. Do you have any idea the lengths I went to to make this happen?
Frasier: Wait a minute. You were in San Francisco last week. Don't tell me...
Bebe: I was nowhere near that air conditioner. You're worse than the police.

Frasier: Oh, Bebe, listen, I have something for you. I've decided to give away some of the things that I've accumulated through the years. As sort of a... fresh start, you know.
Bebe: My baby's all grown up. [She puts her hands on his face] I look in your eyes and I see something there that I've never seen before.
Frasier: Wisdom?
Bebe: Crow's feet. Sorry, darling, but you're going to be on TV now. I talked to my face man, he can see you at four o'clock. [dangles a card in front of him]
Frasier: Thanks, Bebe, but no thanks.
Bebe: I'm not talking surgery. Just talking a little tweaking, twenty minutes. I've used him for years.
Frasier: And I'm sure he's very good at what he does, but still it's just not me....
[A balding man sticks his head around the corner:]
Steve: I'm done next door, so I'll be in the car, Mom.
Frasier: [to Bebe] Four o'clock it is.

Martin: Yeah, and he'll be here for Christmas and Thanksgiving and birthdays... And we'll be sick of this guy.
Frasier: Yeah, Dad's right. I mean, once I'm gone there'll be no getting rid of me.
[Frasier walks over to Martin]
Martin: Thank you, Frasier. For... Well, you know.
[Frasier and Martin hug]

Niles: You already made me cry once tonight. That's quite enough.
Frasier: Right. Coffee tomorrow?
Niles: 10:30. [Niles and Frasier shake hands] I'll miss the coffees.
[Frasier and Niles hug]

Gil: Have you heard anything, Frasier?
Frasier: About what?
Noel: The new station manager. They're announcing today.
Gil: My stomach is in knots. I just know they're going to replace sweet, kind-hearted Kenny with some ruthless, Draconian-
Noel: -hard ass.
Gil: That would hardly make up for it.

Daphne: I've been a bit nervous myself lately, ever since me brothers showed up.
Niles: Really? Why?
Daphne: Well, you know, the way they keep patting my stomach and saying, "He's a Moon all right!"
Niles: Oh, my God, yes.
Daphne: And every time they say that, all I can think is, what if he's not? What if he's like you and Frasier?