Martin: I was just having lunch at McGinty's and some of the guys would really like to meet you and I was hoping that maybe after your show you'd stop in there for a drink. I mean, I wouldn't ask you but some of these guys are my best buddies.
Niles: Well actually, Dad, Reggie just sent over these tickets to tonight's game. I was going to ask you to go, but since...
Martin: To hell with those guys, I'm there.

Niles: I have to tell you I'm finding all this attention a bit overwhelming.
Martin: Oh, come on, you deserve it. You're a hero.
Niles: Perhaps it's time we put all this in perspective. The only real heroes are the fine athletes who worked so hard for two hours to win that game. My contribution was minimal at best.
[Bulldog enters with a cheerleader]
Bulldog: What did I tell ya, Doc?
Cheerleader: Which one of you won the game for us last night?
Niles: [pushing Martin out of the way] That would be me!

Reggie: Hey, N.C.,you made it.
Niles: I beg your pardon? Oh, "N.C." I thought you said Nancy. For a second it was prep school all over again.

Martin: Marty Crane, Niles's Dad. I'm a big fan. I want you to know I never lost faith in you. Not when you were in your slump. Not when you tanked it in the playoffs. Not even when all my friends were calling you "Reggie HacLemore"
Reggie: What?
Niles: This might be a good time to try that negative thought-blocking exercise.

Niles: What the hell was that?
Martin: That's the end of the shoot-around. The coach is about to send the starting five in for the tip-off.
[Niles turns again to Daphne]
Daphne: The stage manager just called places.
Niles: Ooh.

Reggie: Yeah, yeah, I did all that. What else did you tell me to do?
Niles: Nothing. Bulldog called you, you ran back in.
Reggie: No, no, wait. Right before that I rubbed your head. I remember 'cause my hand smelled like peach and I thought, "What the hell does this guy wash his hair with?"

Daphne: Dr. Crane, you're a miracle worker. What did you say to him?
Niles: Oh, just something off the top of my head.

Daphne: Ooh, isn't this nice? Dr. Crane sent us a postcard from Aspen.
Martin: Great. How's he doing?
Daphne: Let's see. "I delivered a speech at the conference last night. I was especially pleased with my opening line: 'My fellow psychiatrists, as I watched you on the slopes today I realized I had never seen so many Freudians slip!'"
[Daphne and Martin stare blankly]
Daphne: "As hard as you're laughing now, imagine the thunder of an auditorium of colleagues. Well, see you Saturday, Frasier."

Daphne: Dr. Crane, have fun at the game.
Niles: I'm afraid we won't be going.
Daphne: Ah. That's too bad.
Niles: Want to know why?
Daphne: Not really.

Niles: I'd like to talk to Mr. MacLemore.
Guard: Who wants to see him?
Niles: Just tell him N.C. is here.
Guard: Nancy?
Niles: No. N.C. [after the guard leaves] What is so hard about that?