Daphne: Wow, Roz, don't you look smashing!
Eve: What an interesting costume. Who are you?
Roz: I'm "O", from "The Story of 'O'".
Guests: Oh.
Roz: It's gonna be a long night.

Gil: Oh my! What a delectable medley of fromagian splendor. You must try one.
Martin: Mmm, cheesy.
Gil: Mmm, yes, "cheesy". The mot juste. It must be glorious to have such a happy knack for clarity and concision.
Martin: Yep. So who're you suppose to be?
Gil: Chingachgook. I'm the Last of the Mohicans!
Martin: Oh! Well, that little mystery solved.

Frasier: Well, of course nothing's certain until we get the pregnancy test results.
Daphne: Pregnancy? We're not talking about a car accident, are we?
Frasier: Oh, dear.
Daphne: Roz is pregnant?
Frasier: Absolutely not. Where could you get such an insane notion?
Daphne: Well, you just said she was.
Frasier: Shut up. Or I'll smite you with the back of me sinewy-
Daphne: Oh.
Frasier: Oh, just get in here.

[As Niles eavesdrops on Frasier and Daphne's conversation:]
Frasier: Just promise me you won't tell a soul. We've got to keep this secret.
Daphne: Oh, right. But we can't keep it a secret forever. My God, we are talking about a baby.
Frasier: Oh, how could I have been so careless?
Daphne: Oh, these things happen. It's not your fault.
Frasier: Yes, well, you know who'll get the blame if this ever gets out.
Daphne: Don't worry, I'll protect your reputation. I'll tell everyone I forced you to do it.
Frasier: All right. We'd better get back to the party before people start wondering about us.
[As Frasier exits through the swing door, it bumps into Niles in his Cyrano costume, whose long nose is now jutting out at an extreme angle]
Frasier: Oh, hello, Niles. What's your nose all bent out of shape about?

Bulldog: Guess who I am?
Niles: I give up.
Bulldog: I'm Waldo. From "Where's Waldo?" You know, that guy you can't find because he blends into the crowd?
Niles: I don't know, but I'd love a demonstration.

Roz: I am so mad at you I could scream. How could you tell Niles about the baby?
Frasier: I didn't. Daphne told him, the damnable chatterbox.
Roz: And who told Daphne?
Frasier: Well, that would be me.

Roz: What is wrong with you? I specifically asked you not to tell anyone.
Frasier: I'm sorry, Roz, but the way she spoke it sounded as if she already knew you were having a baby.
Martin: What, you are?
Roz: Oh, great. Nice going, Frasier.
Frasier: Well, I'm sorry, Roz, but he is the Master of Deduction. He would have figured it out anyway.

Daphne: Look, I don't mean to ruin your evening, but I can't stay at the party like this. Look at my eyes.
[Niles walks by]
Frasier: Oh well, I am dreadfully sorry for your condition, Daphne, but it's your own fault. You should have read the directions on the package before you used it.
Daphne: I don't know why you're blaming this whole mess on me. I just know I need a lift home right now.
Frasier: Oh, all right. But I am not leaving here until I get Eve's phone number. So you can just sit down, have a drink, smoke a cigarette if you like. I'm sorry, I am very attracted to this young woman, and I am not going to let you and your little problem stand in my way!
Niles: That's enough!
Frasier: Niles, get your big nose out of this. And lower your voice, you're embarrassing yourself.
Niles: The only thing I'm embarrassed about is that you're my brother. You cad, you bounder, you roué!
Frasier: What is so wrong about trying to get a woman's phone number?
Niles: We're not interested in your next conquest. We're talking about your last one. And before you deny it, I have plenty of proof.
Frasier: From here, it smells like 80 proof.

Niles: A woman stands here before you in dire need.
Daphne: It's really not that bad. I can find someone else who'll take me.
Niles: Indeed you can.
Martin: Niles-
Niles: I told you, don't try to stop me! [to Frasier] You have the audacity to seduce this poor woman, and then you aren't man enough to stand by her?
Frasier: Niles, before you make a complete ass of yourself-
Niles: Stop, or I'll teach you a long overdue lesson in chivalry! [Niles unsheathes his sword, but the blade has broken off.]
Daphne: But, Dr. Crane-
Niles: No, no. No, don't defend him. There may be one bastard in this family, but as long as I have anything to say about it, your baby won't be another. [Niles gets down on one knee] Daphne, will you marry me?
Frasier: Oh, for God's sake, you drunken imbecile. Daphne's not the one that's pregnant, Roz is.

Niles: Roz is?
Eve: Who's Roz?
Bulldog: She's the one dressed like "O."
Guests: Oh.