Roz: I just wanted to see for once in my life what it would be like to be a blonde. I thought I'd wear it down to the bar one night. Pretty pathetic, huh?
Frasier: On the contrary, Roz. It's- It's quite becoming. It's like you're Roz but not Roz.
Roz: [in a sultry voice] Hello stranger. You here for the conference?
Frasier: Yes, I am.
Roz: Is this seat taken?
Frasier: It's been waiting for you all its life. Champagne?
Roz: Well, I'm not sure I should. I already had one glass, and it went straight to my head. I feel like maybe I should lie down.
Frasier: You could use my room.
Roz: Are you sure you're a gentleman?
Frasier: Well, I do prefer blondes... [They start laughing]
Roz: God, how many times have I had that conversation?

Frasier: What would life be without the occasional surrender to impulse?
Roz: It's true. It does makes you feel alive.
Frasier: Doing things you know you shouldn't do.
Roz: With people you shouldn't be with.
Frasier: Right.
Roz: Right.
Frasier: You know, suddenly, this couch seems a little small for me.
Roz: Well, the bed seems pretty big.
Frasier: It's a big bed.
Roz: It is.

Frasier: Kenny.
Kenny: I got stuck in the storm. Now they don't have a room for me. I hear we're in the same boat, huh Doc? Oh, hey, Roz.
Roz: Hey.
Kenny: Hey, cool wig.
Roz: Thanks.
Kenny: Hey, wait a minute. I'm not interrupting anything, am I? Pajamas, champagne, a fire... So, anyhow, can I bunk here?
Roz: Why not?
Frasier: No reason.
Kenny: Great, great. I really like that blonde hair, Roz. You better be careful though, you'll get the doc here all hot and bothered. Ha ha. Well, just gonna get out of these wet clothes. I had a heck of a time getting here. All these road look the same. I ended up taking a wrong turn. The last thing you want to do out here in these woods is take a wrong turn.
Frasier: Quite right, Kenny.

Frasier: You know, I, I'm not sure the beard's really working. I probably should shave it off.
Roz: I wasn't gonna say anything, but yeah. [takes off her wig]
Kenny: I don't wear one of these snore strips, I'm a buzz saw going through steel pipe. So, ah, "Rock, Paper, Scissors" for the sofa?
Roz: I'll take it.
Kenny: Okay. Looks like it's you and me in the bed, Doc.
Frasier: Okay.
Kenny: But I warn you, I'm a roller. What was I thinking, drinking all that coffee on the way up here? I'm gonna be up all night. I am wired.
Frasier: Uh, Kenny, do you think you could... [snoring from Kenny's side]
Roz: Goodnight, Frasier.
Frasier: Goodnight, Roz.

Roz: What happened to you?
Frasier: Same thing that happened to you. I got a hug goodnight.
Roz: Where did we go wrong? Rush Hour Rita was draping herself all over you. And that news guy actually said to me if I gave him twenty-two minutes he'd give me the world.
Frasier: Well, I don't know, Roz. After he gave you the brush-off, he came over and sat down next to me and Rita. Before I knew it, they had discovered their mutual fondness for tango music.