Lilith: You can come back from around the corner now, Martin.
Martin: [from around the corner] Good night, Lilith.

Frasier: Well, seeing as how you're single, I'd invite you to join me for dinner, but I'm meeting with Lilith tonight on a matter of some delicacy.
Niles: Dad told me. Now listen, don't feel obligated because she's buying you dinner.

Niles: Well that's strange. Daphne said I'd particularly like the last picture on the roll but what is it?
Frasier: It's hard to tell, it's too dark and blurry.
Niles: Looks like the eye of Jupiter.
Frasier: Or a slice of pepperoni.
Niles: Is it a flying saucer?
Frasier: Yes, Niles, it's a flying saucer. Mystery solved, well done.
James: Hey, where'd you get the nipple shot?
Frasier: Good lord!
Niles: You are to erase that from your mind.
Frasier: Is it Daphne?
James: Nice.
Niles: You're not erasing! Erase!

Roz: There's a gas station right there, I really need to stop.
Daphne: I can't get over, you'll have to wait.
Roz: But according to this, my bladder is holding "Thirsty-Two" ounces of soda.

Gertrude: [screaming] I'm sorry. I thought you were on the wrong side of the road. I will never get used to the crazy way you drive over here.
Daphne: Mum, you have to stop doing that.

Lilith: Frasier, I don't want to rush you, but the suspense is too much to bear. Have you decided?
Frasier: I'm thinking about the linguini.

Frasier: I'm sorry, Lilith. This was a very difficult decision for me and I am touched and flattered that you came to me, but I'm not sure I'd be doing it for the right reason. You understand, don't you?
Lilith: Yes, I do. And I appreciate your taking the time to think about it. It's that kind of consideration I was hoping to pass on to our second born. Oh, well.

Frasier: Gosh, that coffee smells so good. Lilith won't let me have any caffeine until I've made my little donation.
Niles: Of course.
Frasier: So, have you heard from Daphne?
Niles: No, we keep missing each other. I'm just glad I have our little... pictorial memento to keep me company.
Frasier: I can't believe you're so taken with that blurry, over-exposed photo of a...
Niles: Shh!
Frasier: Of what you first mistook to be a flying saucer.

Niles: I just think it's sexy that she even did it. Just imagine it. She saw that there was one picture left on the roll,
and in a spontaneous moment of brazen exhibitionism, she threw open her blouse and just didn't even bother to adjust the f-stop. Yes indeed, I am married to one spicy meatball.
Frasier: Good lord! Don't tell me you carry it around with you.
Niles: Well, I didn't want the housekeeper to find it and think we were pornographers.

Man: This process can be hard on a relationship, but she'll relax and things'll get better.
Frasier: We're already divorced.
Man: Good, 'cause she'll never change.