Martin: Here, I'll give you a hand.
Daphne: Yeah, and no cracks, old man. I know I've gotten heavy and I've resolved to do something about it.
Martin: All right, on three. One, two, three! ... Maybe the super has a hand truck.
Daphne: Kill me!
Frasier: [entering] Good lord, what happened?
Niles: Daphne twisted her ankle and fell. Come help us lift her.
Martin: Okay, boys. Now be careful. Use your legs.
Daphne: Oh, bloody hell. I'm wearing two different shoes.
Martin: Daphne, I just thought of something funny. It took three Cranes to lift you!

Martin: What happened?
Niles: Oh, Daphne tripped over something and fell.
Martin: Where's Eddie? Oh, my God! Eddie! Eddie! ... Oh, there he is. I thought he might've ran away or something.

Daphne: That sure was a snooty restaurant. The waitress' eyebrows nearly hit the ceiling when I asked for a doggy bag.
Niles: I don't know what their problem was. The people at the next table barely touched this pork chop.

Niles: What happened?
Daphne: I stepped on Eddie's chew toy and twisted my ankle. I don't think I can get up.
Niles: Here, here, let me help you. [struggling] Damn these weak shanks!

Daphne: I've spent weeks watching meself expand. I kept hoping it would go away by itself.
Niles: Well, I'm sure all those sweets and lavish dinners I've heaped on you haven't helped.
Daphne: It's not your fault. I just need to develop some willpower.
Niles: I'll help you. We'll commit to a program of healthy eating and exercise. Together, there's nothing we can't... [Daphne falls back on Niles] Maybe if I throw a rope over that beam.

Niles: Oh, darling, look at that. Your ankle's swelling up already.
Daphne: It's the other one!

Daphne: Oh, what's that?
Niles: Here it is: the Body Sculptor 100. Guaranteed to work twelve muscle groups all at once.
Daphne: I thought you were getting the 300.
Niles: I couldn't lift it.

Daphne: Oh, it's not you, it's me!
Niles: Oh, don't be silly. You're light as a feather.
Daphne: Oh, Niles, look at me. I'm a tub.
Niles: Darling, no. You might be perhaps a little bit sturdier, but I love you no matter what your size. I need to create some sort of fulcrum.

Frasier: You know, I'm really starting to worry about her.
Martin: You're worried? Somewhere on a poultry farm a bunch of chickens are holding a prayer vigil.

[Frasier and Martin are watching Daphne eat]
Daphne: Oh, I'm sorry. Care for some brie?
Frasier: No, thank you Daphne. Isn't Niles taking you to dinner soon?
Daphne: Yeah, but if I don't have a little snack now, I'll just make a pig of meself later. [stuffs the last bit of brie in her mouth]