Lilith: "I'm here for a convention, and I happened to hear your voice on the radio. I kept hoping you'd introduce Pearl Jam's latest hit, but much to my chagrin, you were doling out worthless little advice pellets from your psychiatric Pez dispenser."

Lilith: Martin, I'm especially delighted to see you here tonight.
Martin: [holding his cane closer] Oh, yeah?
Lilith: Oh, yes. Knowing as I do the history of your relationship with Frasier, when I heard that he'd taken you in, I immediately flipped to the weather channel to see if hell had indeed frozen over.
Martin: Frasier, how'd you let ever this little peach get away?

Roz: Hey, that's rough. Leaving you for another man. Did you have any idea?
Lilith: No, none at all. Stan was a contractor we had hired to expand our master bedroom. It's ironic, isn't it? No sooner do I get the closet of my dreams than my husband comes out of it.

Frasier: Well, if you love him, I am happy for you.
Lilith: I do. Brian has been a dutiful suitor for some time, and I'm convinced to within an acceptable margin of error that he loves me.

[The doorbell rings]
Niles: Shouldn't you get the door?
Martin: You're closer.
Niles: I don't live here.
Martin: Doesn't matter, you're family.
Niles: So is Daphne...
Daphne: Oh, no you don't!
Lilith: [from behind the door] Maybe if you slid me a key, I could let myself in.

Lilith: "My darling, how could a love like ours have fallen so far from grace? There must be some part of your
heart that still resounds to the rhythm of my own. I fear that I'll be lost without you. As long as we have love,
love will keep us together." Aside from the shameless pilfering from the Captain and Tenille, I was moved by your entreaty.

Lilith: I was talking to a friend that works at the New York Times Magazine about raising a child after divorce and she pointed out that as a psychiatrist, I might have a unique perspective.
Frederick: You know, since it's about me, shouldn't I get something for it?
Lilith: You're not getting a minibike.
Frederick: But Mom!
Lilith: We have talked about this. You can get one when you are fifteen.
Frederick: But all my friends have minibikes.
Lilith: Yes, and if all of your friends decided to enter a Level Four biohazard area without their environmental containment suits, would you do that, too?

Lilith: Where's Maris?
Niles: She's visiting her sister in Chicago.
Lilith: Oh. I thought perhaps she was sailing up the transplendent river of your love.

Niles: Frasier, I'm going to pop into your bedroom and use the phone. Maris was developing some sniffles, I just want to make sure she's taking in enough liquids.
Lilith: Isn't it enough that she's eternally sipping from the font of your perpetual adoration?

Lilith: We're supposed to be having breakfast, but you're not here. And as I don't know if you're tardy, or have been in a terrible accident, I'm unable to commit to an appropriate emotional response. Please call me. Thank you.