Kate: Oh, all right. We can do something that you like. What do you like? What do you like?
Frasier: We could go antiquing.
Kate: You know what? I'm not one of those people for whom "antique" is a verb.

[Frasier sneezes again]
Kate: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Frasier. I'm just afraid that if I move Louie any further away they're gonna think he's a bomb.

Kate: Frasier, I'm leaving KACL. I'm moving to Chicago.
Frasier: What?
Kate: Yeah. I'm taking over a station there. In fact, I'm going out on the "Redeye" tonight. I thought, given our history, I should tell you first.
Frasier: Well, I'm at a loss for words.
Kate: Wouldn't you know it, on the day I'm leaving.

Niles: You know, that's the improper use of a hyphen.
Martin: Somehow I don't think Maurie Dingman will mind.
Niles: Then I'm sure he won't notice that missing comma and that run-on sentence. Although this is a particularly glaring error. It's best not to end a sentence with a preposition. [Martin starts writing] Not to be technical, but "Off" is a preposition, too.

[Frasier sneezes]
Kate: Louie's getting to you, isn't he?
Frasier: No, no. It's all right. It's all right.
Kate: Well, you know, if this is really gonna be a problem there is a shot.
Frasier: Yes. And I understand they're completely humane. [Kate stares at him in horror] Oh, you meant an allergy shot, didn't you?

Daphne: Look, I know you're upset about Kate leaving, but cheer up. There's nothing quite as exciting as a first date. All those questions you ask. "What's your favorite food?" "What's your favorite color?" "If you were to come back as an animal, what sort of animal would you be?" If she were to ask you that one, what would you say?
Frasier: "Check, please" comes to mind.

[Daphne puts a toothpick in the chicken breast she picked up from the floor after Niles bumped into her]
Niles: Interesting. You put a toothpick in that chicken. Now, is that to check when it's done?
Daphne: No, I'm just marking which one is yours.

Frasier: I must admit I'm having a little trouble working up my enthusiasm about it. It's not the woman's fault. It's just that I find myself preoccupied with somebody else right now. Well, frankly, it's gone a bit beyond preoccupation. I'm having fantasies about her all the time.
Martin: Well, there's nothing wrong with that. You know, when I first met your mother she was so upbeat and bouncy I used to fantasize about her wearing a skimpy little cheerleader's outfit, shaking her pom-poms.
Frasier: Please, Dad.
Niles: Oh, Dad.
Martin: Grow up you two. I'm just saying it's perfectly natural. I can't tell you the number of times I was on a stake-out in the cold, picturing your mother in front of a warm fire wearing nothing but a-
Niles: Dad.
Frasier: Frankly, Dad, I don't care to hear this.
Martin: Oh, I'm sorry. One day your mother and I went on a church picnic and the two of you came floating down the river in little wicker baskets.
Niles: Was that so hard?

Frasier: I have a date.
Martin: With who?
Frasier: Some woman I met at my accountant's.
Martin: Yeah, when I was in the service, first thing I'd do when I hit a new port was go straight to an accountant and find out where the action was.

Daphne: Well, if you think so much of her why don't you ask her out?
Frasier: Well, we agreed we wouldn't pursue things. Frankly, she hasn't given me any indication since that she's even had a second thought about me.
Niles: Added to which, if Frasier did pursue her and she rejected him, he could hardly rationalize it by saying she doesn't know what she's missing. She would know exactly what she's missing, she just didn't miss it.