Abby: This says "Re: Our Relationship".
Frasier: All right, you're on to me. Just come here and sit down and relax. And I will read it to you. Prepare to be... scandalized.
Frasier: "Dear Abby, I read your column every week." Kidding.

Frasier: And finally, we'll just...what are you reading?
Abby: Your e-mail. You printed it by mistake. You think I'm ripping you off?
Frasier: No! No, no! I did not use those words! Actually, I, I just took issue with a couple of figures.
Abby: And you come in here and lie to me?
Frasier: Well, "lie" is a very strong word.
Abby: Well, so is "chiseler".
Frasier: Listen, Abby, I realize I've made a terrible mistake and I wrote some very harsh things. But, to my credit, I did attempt to delete it before you had a chance to read it.
Abby: Get out.
Frasier: Oh, come on. Look at the two of us. We can't stay mad at each other.
Abby: I said get out. And to think that I almost slept with you.
[Abby throws Frasier his jacket before slamming the door on him.]
Frasier: You still can.

Frasier: You know, Dad's fear notwithstanding, I have every confidence in Abby and her litigious prowess.
Daphne: Yes, we've all seen you admiring her prowess.

Frasier: Oh, my. That suit is very becoming on you. Is it new?
Abby: Yes, it is. And thank you for noticing, Frasier.
Frasier: No, thank you for being so, uh... noticeable.
Niles: [to Daphne] Do I sound like that?
Daphne: Yeah, but it's cute when you do it.

Frasier: Yes, well, you know, there's no reason this has to be goodbye. I think a celebratory dinner is in order.
Abby: Well, great. Give me a call and we'll see when all of us can get together.
Frasier: Yes, yes, all of us. Yes, well, you know, our schedules are really rather complicated. We're rarely available together.
Niles: I'm open.
Daphne: Any time's good for me.
Frasier: Well, then, dinner it is.

Abby: I hate to rush out, but I've got a mountain of paperwork.
Frasier: Well, then, let me walk you to the elevator.
Abby: All right. That's very sweet, Frasier. Thank you for escorting me.
Frasier: Oh, thank you, for being so... escortable.

Frasier: Abby, I just wanted to say how pleasurable it's been getting to know you.
[The elevator doors open. Abby walks inside and presses a button]
Abby: The pleasure's been all mine.
Frasier: Oh, you know, I'd hate to see my relationship with you end, uh, right now. I was just...
[The doors start to close]
Abby: Frasier, if you're going to ask me out, you better hurry.
Frasier: Will you go out with me?
Abby: Yes!

Daphne: Ooh, Niles, cookies.
Niles: Sweets for my sweet.
Daphne: Let's go put these in some milk.
Niles: Hey, I was just going to say that!
Daphne: No you weren't.
Niles: I was, I swear.
Daphne: OK, this is getting spooky.

Niles: This restaurant has a wonderful Roquefort ravioli.
Daphne: I kind of had my heart set on lobster. Come and help me pick one out.
Niles: I was just getting up to do that!
Daphne: No you weren't.
Niles: I was too.
Both: Spooky!

Frasier: So, Abby, you happen to get any interesting e-mails today?
Abby: Yes, I did. But none that I feel comfortable discussing in front of your father.
Martin: Hey, Abby, you'll like this one. We used to tell it in the precinct. How many lawyers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Abby: I don't know. It depends on how many cops planted it there?
Frasier: Thrust and parry, Dad.