Frasier: Did you tell him that he should go out more?
Martin: Yeah, what's wrong with that?
Frasier: Well, he is using it as an excuse to quit therapy. After one night out with you in a bar, the man is ready to throw away three weeks of intense analysis.
Martin: Well, Fras, the guy's finally having a little fun. Don't you want him to be happy?
Frasier: I am not trying to make him happy. I am trying to cure his depression!

Ahmrit: Nice Bhujangasana, Daphne. And yours is very nice too, Niles. You're doing so much better this week.
Niles: Thank you. I just did what you suggested, and imagined myself having the reptilian sinuousness of a lizard scuttling across the desert floor.
Ahmrit: I thought I said rain forest.
Niles: You did, but I don't like the damp.

Daphne: If you want to learn yoga, why do we need some fancy private teacher? There are classes we could take together down at the Y.
Niles: Yes, and afterwards there are anti-fungal lotions we can use together, too.

Niles: Ooh, Freud, Bettelheim, Jung. Someone's playing with the big boys.
Frasier: Yes, well, it's for my patient.
Niles: You're seeing patients again?
Frasier: Well, just this one for the past three weeks. Very challenging case, too. The man has father issues, any number of neuroses, and a phobia or two.
Niles: Sounds to me like you've hit the crackpot. [Daphne gives Niles an unimpressed glare] I'm sorry. I heard it at a convention.

Martin: So how's talking about checkers supposed to help him through a divorce?
Frasier: Dad, the inability to maintain adult relationships often has its roots in parent-child trauma.
Martin: What's your generation gonna do when we're all gone and there's no one left to blame?

Frasier: You know, I really can't tell you how exciting it is to roll up my sleeves again and delve into someone's psyche. I don't even know where to begin. Although, you know, I do think it's particularly salient that the father never showed any interest in the things that were most important to his son.
Martin: Sounds good, Fras. Bye.

Frasier: Kenny, Kenny, come on, come on. Come and sit down. All right, here. Take a deep breath.
Kenny: I'm sorry. This thing's hit me like a ton of bricks. The only good news is I'll start getting a check every month.

Frasier: I see. A controlling, narcissistic father and an overprotective mother. It has all the earmarks of a classic Oedipus complex. Well, well. Old friend, we meet again. Now, let me tell you, your deep-rooted feelings of castration...[A watch alarm beeps] I'm afraid our time is up.

Ahmrit: And breathe, Daphne. That is an amazing Downward Dog.
Daphne: Thank you.
Niles: What about me, Yogi? How does my Downward Dog look?
Ahmrit: Oh, dear. Can we straighten these legs?
Niles: Oh, I wish. Congenitally shortened hamstrings are the curse of the Cranes.

Kenny: So are we still on for McGinty's tonight?
Martin: Yeah, sure. And Kenny, I've been thinking about what you've been going through, and I've come up with the answer. A suede jacket.
Frasier: Did you hear that? A suede jacket. I must have missed that lecture at Harvard Medical School.