Martin: Oh, hi, Fras. How you feeling?
Frasier: Fine.
Martin: I didn't ask you yesterday how your day went.
Frasier: What did Niles tell you?
Martin: Nothing. Geez, can't I ask you how your day went? How was work? How's your bad-ass self?

Frasier: Rochelle. All of you. Look, don't you realize that your behavior is just a bit extreme? I displayed a minor bit of force in order to just make a point. But, I didn't go around smashing windows or torching lawns! Where does it end?
Rochelle: "Are you saying that what I did was wrong?"
Frasier: Of course I am!
Rochelle: "But what you did was okay?"
Frasier: No, no! I- Come to think of it, what I did was just as wrong. I mean, who am I to draw the line at the acceptable level of force? Because the next person moves a little farther, and the next person, a little farther still until we finally end up with scorpions flying through the mail like Christmas bundt cakes! What we must all agree to do is to resolve our differences with discussion and reason. As a matter of fact, I'm going to call the gentleman that I manhandled and- and apologize to him for not having worked out our dispute in the right way in the first place, through words. The key here is restraint. And I do hope you'll follow my lead, Becky with the nail gun.

Frasier: So, then you accept my apology?
Harvey: No, I'm suing you. And I've got a lot of witnesses that just heard you admit you were wrong.
Frasier: But, but, these are stressful times we live in and I'd reached the end of my tether!
Harvey: Tough. I'm nailing you for assault.
Frasier: But I hardly touched you!

Frasier: Dammit, Niles blabbed.
Martin: No, he didn't. You made the people of Seattle column. Right here, under "The Crane Mutiny."
Frasier: "Three cheers for Dr. Frasier Crane, who struck a blow against rudeness yesterday in a coffeehouse melee." Perfect. Now all of Seattle knows about my loutish behavior.
Martin: What are you talking about? This guy had it coming. I can just picture it. He probably looked at you and
he thought, "This guy's a cream puff, you know. A wuss. A wimp. A cupcake."
Frasier: Dad!
Martin: I'm sorry, I'm just so proud of you.