Martin: Oh, Niles, I can't tell you how great you were tonight.
Niles: Well, thanks Dad, but I wasn't great. I just walked out on the court and heaved the ball as hard as I could and the rest was just luck.
Frasier: Well, that may be so, Niles, but still and all, you did go down and do it. Not many people could have done that.
Martin: I know I always told you boys that sports aren't important... but they are! And what you did tonight out there makes me really proud.

Niles: Hey, Frasier, mind if I join you?
Frasier: Are you sure? The jocks usually sit over at that table.

Roz: Wow, Niles. You finally made varsity after thirty years, huh?
Niles: Yes, but it's not a real varsity jacket, Roz, so you're under no obligation to sleep with me.
Roz: See you around.
Niles: Take care.

Frasier: Ever since Niles made that basket, his head's been getting bigger and bigger.
Roz: Well, you have to admit it was pretty amazing.
Frasier: Amazingly lucky. To hear Niles tell it, it all started with a little rubber factory in Sumatra, where an unsuspecting basketball began a journey that would lead to greatness.

Bartender: So at this point, what were you thinking?
Niles: Stop tape, please.
Martin: Boy, I'd be thinking about that sweet truck.
Guy: Yeah, me, too.
Niles: Not me. If you're focusing on the reward, that's energy you're not using to make the shot.
Martin: And you know what else? He's donating that truck to the Police Activities League.
Niles: I just want the kids to know it's about the play-offs, not the pay-offs.

Frasier: I am going to challenge Niles to a game of one-on-one on that contraption over there.
Martin: What do you want to do that for?!
Frasier: [to the bartender] Twenty dollars of your cleanest quarters.
Martin: Whoa. What about your concert? You guys better get moving. Tick-tock!
Niles: All right, Frasier, game on.
Martin: Wait, it's not worth it. Sports aren't everything!

Frasier: "Dear Dr. Crane, enclosed are four tickets to tonight's Sonics game as thanks for your advice on today's show. Sincerely, Alan from Earlmont."
Roz: That is gonna be a great game. You should take your dad and have a boy's night out.
Frasier: Well, actually Niles and I are already having a boy's night out. We're gonna go see the Northwest Chamber Ensemble's Spring Sing. After that, a late dinner at Le Cigare Volant.
Roz: Oh, throw in a couple of strippers and that still sounds boring.

Martin: Who are the other tickets for?
Frasier: Well, uh, they're for, uh, Niles and Daphne, of course. But, um, I made the arrangements so long ago I didn't anticipate Daphne going for her master's degree at the Fat Academy.

Frasier: But, uh, you know, Dad, uh, why don't I let Niles in, and then you can go get ready, all right?
Martin: I am ready.
Frasier: Don't you want to take your big foam finger?
Martin: Well, I got some nacho cheese on it last time. It smells kind of funky.

Niles: Oh good, for a moment I'd thought you'd left. You have the tickets?
Martin: Right here. We're good to go.
Niles: Dad's going with us?
Frasier: Yes, all three of us.
Martin: Well, we'd better get a move on, I'd like to get there early and see the players warm up.
Niles: Hey, me too. What a surprise this is.
Frasier: Just you wait.