Frasier: Listen, Niles. This may be a bit of a sensitive subject, but have you noticed anything... different about Daphne lately?
Niles: Well, she's happier, as am I.
Frasier: Well, I guess I meant more in a- in a physical way.
Niles: Well, she trimmed her bangs, that was a week ago. Men.

Frasier: I, I guess what I'm really talking about is her... size.
Niles: Well, that's my fault. I was self-conscious about our height difference and I asked her to stop wearing high-heeled shoes.
Frasier: Niles?
Niles: Yes?
Frasier: I hope one day to love a woman the way you love Daphne.

Frasier: Kenny. Gosh, this is a surprise.
Kenny: I'm sorry to drop by like this. It's just that I'm in a terrible bind.
Frasier: Is there something wrong at the station?
Kenny: No, no, it's personal. I stopped by a bar last night to watch the game, and I started talking to this woman, Janice. She was so beautiful, and she had this great laugh, and she smelled... good. And for some crazy reason, she liked me, too.
Frasier: Oh, Kenny, what did you do?
Kenny: I made a date with her. She's waiting for me right now at Chez Henri. I've never done anything like this before. I'm a married man with kids and I have a date.

Frasier: Kenny, listen, if you go down and meet with this woman, it could be the end of your marriage. Now, I've never met your wife, but you've always spoken very highly of her. Are you prepared to lose her?
Kenny: No!
Frasier: Then you can't go.
Kenny: Stand Janice up? She'll wonder what happened, she'll call my house.
Frasier: You gave this woman your home number?
Kenny: I'm new at this.

Frasier: All right, well, you're just gonna have to go down there and tell her the whole thing's off.
Kenny: No, no. Don't make me go down there, Doc. I'm weak. One look in her eyes and those sexy, full lips... Well, maybe a quick hello.

Frasier: So, what name did you make the reservation under?
Kenny: Kenny Daly.
Frasier: What are you thinking?
Kenny: They know me there, I wanted a good table.
Frasier: All right.

Frasier: Excuse me, are you meeting Kenny Daly?
Mrs. Daly: You bet I am.
Frasier: Well, I'm Frasier Crane.
Mrs. Daly: Yes, I know.
Frasier: Oh, thank you. It's always nice to meet a fan. Anyway, I'm afraid I have a bit of bad news. You see, Kenny won't be making it tonight.
Mrs. Daly: Why not?
Frasier: Well, uh, there's something you should know about Kenny. Janice, isn't it?
Mrs. Daly: Uh... yes. Janice.
Frasier: You see, Kenny's married.
Mrs. Daly: Really?
Frasier: Yes. He wanted to come down and tell you himself, but I insisted that I come instead. You see, he finds you so attractive, that he can't control himself around you.
Mrs. Daly: Is that right?
Frasier: Yes. In fact, I practically had to wrestle him away from the door.

Frasier: Kenny. I thought you left hours ago.
Kenny: I tried to, but I kept circling the block. I couldn't go home until I knew everything was taken care of.
Frasier: Rest assured, you're off the hook.
Kenny: Oh, thanks Doc. How did Janice take it?
Frasier: I must say, she was rather attached to you, but I convinced her it was time to move on.
Kenny: You're sure she's over me? Because once I get under a lady's skin, I'm like a splinter.

Kenny: Sorry to barge in on you. I didn't know where else to turn. I think my wife's having an affair.
Frasier: Oh, now, Kenny, try to calm down. Isn't it entirely possible that because you were thinking of cheating yourself, you're just projecting your guilt onto her?
Kenny: No, no, Doc. She's been acting all weird lately. And tonight, she went to a PTA meeting with her Wonder Bra jacked up to her chin.

Frasier: Janice, if you'll forgive me, I have something I need to take care of in the other room. I'll tell you what. Why don't you head into the kitchen and select a wine.
Mrs. Daly: Oh, I wouldn't know what to pick.
Frasier: Well, all right. On the counter you'll find my wine log. Just select something from "Frasier's Favorites."