Roz: [on the phone] Thanks for watching Alice, Laurie. I really owe you one. Well, I just want to get down to this cocktail party before all the good men are taken. What? I just want to have a little fun tonight. No, I do not mean that. All right, I do mean that.

Frasier: I tell you, the storm hasn't dampened the festivities downstairs. It's only seven o'clock and Marge Whitmeyer is already in the bar arm wrestling people for drinks.
Roz: How many did you buy her?
Frasier: Well, three, but my elbow was in a wet spot.

Roz: Hey, did you happen to notice if that weather guy from KSGY was down there?
Frasier: Yes, I noticed that he was there. Something tells me the forecast calls for a collision between two warm fronts.

Roz: What're you gonna do?
Frasier: Well, guess I could stay on the couch.
Roz: What!
Frasier: Oh, come on Roz. I got no choice. The whole island is booked.
Roz: Well, this is sure gonna cramp my style. I mean, it's not like college when everybody just... never mind.

Frasier: You know Roz, we're two attractive people. We're at a conference that turns into a bacchanal every year, odds are neither of us will need this room tonight.
Roz: You're right. What's the problem?
Frasier: I believe there's a cocktail party awaiting us?
Roz: Let's go down together. We'll be like jackals. They hunt in pairs.
Frasier: I like your self-assurance. There's no greater aphrodisiac than confidence.
Roz: Shall we?
Frasier: Let the games begin!
[They leave and then come right back:]
Roz: I just need a little more lipstick.
Frasier: I'm sweating right through this shirt.

Martin: How did you know I was here?
Niles: The doorman.
Martin: Big mouth.
Niles: Oh, well, I guess he didn't realize he was being sworn to secrecy when you said "Hey Sid, I'm going on a stakeout."

Roz: I lose out to tango music? What a night. Total bust.
Frasier: Oh, come on, Roz. You know, for my money, you were the most attractive woman down there.
Roz: Thanks, Frasier. And I'm not just saying this to return the favor, but you look really hot in that beard.
Frasier: Oh, well, thanks. You know, maybe we're better off, just a couple of old friends having a cozy evening together.
Roz: Yeah, right. [Knock at the door] It's him!
Frasier: It's her!

Frasier: Well, ah. Demi-sec, respectable label, not a bad year. We may just be having a better time than anybody else here.
[Tango music can be heard from the room above]

Niles: [loudly] Dad, this thing is amazing. I can actually hear some guy brushing his teeth. Swish, swish, spit. Swish, swish... [gasps] flossing.

Roz: Um, my longest relationship would have to be Ted, '88 to '90. No. Derek, '89 to '92.
Frasier: Being a gentleman, Roz, I won't point out the slight overlap there.
Roz: It's not an overlap, it's a transition.
Frasier: Uh-huh.
Roz: You know, like in April when you start wearing your spring clothes, even though you're wearing your winter stuff?
Frasier: Yeah, well, if we're talking April of '90, I doubt you were wearing much of anything at all.