Jen: You used to be so fun, but ever since you've got the condo and the SUV, you're all 401(k) or whatever.
Roz: I'm exactly the same person I've always been.
Jen: Oh, yeah? I checked your car radio. It's stuck on that classic rock station.
Roz: For your information, classic rock is both classic and it rocks.
Jen: What happened to you?
Roz: I'm old!

Frasier: Our next caller is Stu, from Madrona. Go ahead, Stu, I'm listening.
Stu: "All right, it's like this. I've been dating my girlfriend for six years and she keeps bugging me about moving in. But I know as soon as she does, my freedom is gone. Everything's gotta be in the hamper, I can't eat over the sink, can't just go out whenever my buddies call, it's a lot to give up."
Frasier: Okay, Stu, how old are you?
Stu: "The calendar says forty-seven, but I feel eighteen, right?"
Roz: Forty-seven?
Frasier: Now, Roz.
Roz: I have a suggestion for you, Stu, grow the hell up!
Stu: "What? I'm sorry?"
Roz: I mean, I'm thirty-eight. And I feel thirty-eight. Now, I know we're all supposed to act like perpetual teenagers these days, but you know what? I like acting my age. I like being a mom. I like having a career. And I like balancing my checkbook. When did it become such a bad thing to be an adult?
Stu: "Dr. Crane? Hello?"
Roz: Now, don't get me wrong, I had a great time when I was younger, I did. But after a while, that way of life just seems... empty. You have to go deeper, and commit to things that really matter to you. Believe me, when you do that, you'll find out how amazing and rich life can be.
Stu: "Hey, I know that voice. You were at Zoo the other night. You told me you were twenty-nine."

Frasier: Well, it's official. Once again, there is no room for me at the Yo-Yo Ma Orchestral Fantasy Camp.

Kenny: It's a very prestigious award. That's what makes it so special when they call your name. You know, it's heavier than it looks. You don't want to drop one of those on your foot, let me tell you.
Frasier: So you won one.
Kenny: Yeah, it's in a box in my office. You can come by sometime and I'll show you.
Frasier: Honestly, Kenny, when are you going to unpack those boxes? Isn't four years enough time to make that office your own?
Kenny: Negatory, Doc. Every time I unpack in a new job, I get fired. Tacoma, Moline, Moline again. I learned my lesson; those boxes stay packed.

Frasier: Look at this place. Dad, I don't believe you've thrown out a single paper since Daphne moved in with Niles.
Martin: Hey, it was your idea to split up the chores. Recycling is your deal. Recycling and floors, remember? I'm in charge of regular garbage and tabletops, both of which are nicely under control, I might add.
Frasier: Really? I count three snack plates around your chair, all of them on tabletops.
[Martin collects the snack plates and puts them on the floor.]
Martin: Not anymore.

Daphne: My, things are a bit untidy around here, aren't they? Maybe I'll just clean up these dishes before we get started.
Frasier: Daphne, you don't have to do that.
Martin: That's true. You're not our slave anymore.
Daphne: I'm not gonna do all of it, just the tabletops.
Martin: Aw, that's sweet of you. [smugly to Frasier] Burn.

Roz: Come join us. Jen, this is Niles.
Niles: Pleased to meet you.
Jen: "Niles", whoa. Thanks Mom and Dad, right?

Jen: What's that trophy for?
Kenny: Oh, a little series I produced called "Life Is My Favorite Drug of All".
Jen: Sounds pretty lame.
Kenny: ... Yeah, it was.

Frasier: All right, that girl is really getting under my skin. When is she leaving?
Roz: She's not that bad.
Frasier: Oh, come on, Roz, she's running you ragged.
Roz: Oh, please, this is nothing. I used to party every night.
Frasier: Well, sure, at twenty you can do anything.
Roz: Hey, there's still a lot of candy left in this pinata.

Kenny: And this is my office. The nerve center. Where it all goes down.
Jen: Did you just move in here or something?
Kenny: Oh, no. No, but in AM radio you've got to be ready to go in a moment's notice. One day you're operating a fifty thousand watt powerhouse in Cleveland, the next your spinning platters out of a barn in Tulsa Town. You've gotta keep moving. It's all about the music. When it isn't about news and talk.