Lilith: But you're right. It was a lovely evening.
Frasier: We do have our baggage, don't we? But then sometimes that's what makes the trip so interesting.
Lilith: With one hand the past moves us forward, and with the other it holds us back.
Frasier: Good-bye, Lilith.
Lilith: Good-bye, Frasier.

Frasier: Please, won't you come in? I'm Dr. Frasier Crane. This is Dr. Lilith Sternin. We are psychiatrists.
Lilith: There's no need to be afraid. We are here to help.
Erin: So what, you're like caped crusaders for mental health?
Lilith: No, not caped.

Frasier: What? That gun is still around?
Martin: Oh, jeez.
Frasier: Dad, two years ago I demanded you get rid of it and you said you did. Don't tell me it's still in your closet.
Martin: No, it's in a shoebox under my bed.
Frasier: Well, I don't want it here in my apartment.
Martin: All right, all right, it'll go into storage today, but I don't know what we'll do if a burglar breaks in.
Daphne: You could lure him into that playpen.

Frasier: Oh damn, I completely forgot. Lilith is in town for a one-day conference. Now I'll have to cancel lunch to see her.
Martin: Can't you catch her on the next trip?
Frasier: No, no. She'll only be hurt and, of course, she'll dredge it up the next time she needs an emotional trump card. Ooh. Maybe I can trick her into canceling lunch on me!
Daphne: Instead of playing games, why don't you just talk to her.
Frasier: We tried talking when we were married. We were better at games.

Frasier: [on the phone] Hello, Lilith, it's Frasier. Gosh, I'm so sorry. I was on my way to breakfast, and, uh... I-I swerved to avoid hitting a Pomeranian, and I-I ran up on the curb and blew a tire. [Martin and Daphne trade a look] All right, well, maybe you could come by here for lunch.
[Martin gasps]
Frasier: [covers the phone and whispers] She won't, she won't. [on the phone] Okay, then. All right, see you here around 1:00, okay. [hangs up] Damn, she came to play.

Martin: Hey, Niles.
Niles: Hey, Dad. Hey, do you want to join us for lunch? We're trying a new Indonesian place. It's famous for its Besengek Daging.

Daphne: Did you hear what she said about me?
Niles: Yes.
Daphne: That I've got a flat nose, uneven boobs, and bristly legs? I mean, are they really that bad?
Martin: Not bad. Maybe a little cock-eyed, but with a heavy sweater you could...
Daphne: I was talking about my legs!

Lilith: Anyway, long story short, six months in, he tells me I'm "too tightly wound." Me.
Nancy: Wow, I don't know what to tell you, Lil.
Lilith: Lilith. My name is Lilith. Oh, my beeper. [reads it] Oh darn, they need me back at the conference. [gets up]
Nancy: Okay, but listen, we all have bad dating experiences, so don't give up. Get out there, have fun, meet people.
Lilith: You're right. Thank you, Nancy. You're a real pal. And the best survivor guilt and phantom limb expert in the game.

Roz: Can I have change for the meter?
James: Only if you buy something.
Roz: Oh, come on, I can't. I don't have time, the Meter Maid's coming.
James: Sorry, can't do it.
Roz: Well, someone doesn't want his tip very much.
James: You haven't ordered anything.
Roz: I meant the tip I gave you yesterday.

Nancy: Tell me, is there a Mrs. Macchiato?
Frasier: [chuckles] No.
Nancy: This may sound a little crazy, but would you be interested in having a drink later with a friend of mine? I think you might really hit it off.
Frasier: Well, it sounds intriguing.
Nancy: I'm late for a meeting, but if you're game, let's just say 7:00 at the Marina Tavern. And if you change your mind, here's my number.
Frasier: All right, then.