Frasier: Please, won't you come in? I'm Dr. Frasier Crane. This is Dr. Lilith Sternin. We are psychiatrists.
Lilith: There's no need to be afraid. We are here to help.
Erin: So what, you're like caped crusaders for mental health?
Lilith: No, not caped.

Lilith: Perhaps before the interview, you should sheath that butter-knife sharp wit of yours.
Frasier: Perhaps we could find the appropriate kitchen tool to ratchet down that butt of yours a notch or two!

Frasier: Lilith, we rehearsed everything we were going to say on the ride over. Where the hell did Golda Meir come from?
Lilith: Well, I admit it wasn't half as clever as "Um." but it got us in.

[As Frasier and Lilith talk about getting Frederick into Marbury, he walks in behind them with a black-eye, a packed nose, a chunk of his hair missing and hives all over his face]
Frederick: Hi, Daddy.
Frasier: In a minute, Frederick. My God, it was right there in front of us and we missed it, we didn't even see it.
Lilith: How could we be so blind?
Frasier: Well, we should get ourselves back down there and give the man what he wants.
Lilith: Right, we can't let anything stand in the way of our son's welfare.
Frederick: Mother.
Lilith: Mother has to run, munchkin. Go play with Grandpa.

Lilith: Excuse me, I'm looking for Frasier Crane, they told me he'd be up here.
Roz: Lilith it's me, Roz... Doyle.
Lilith: Oh, yes, Frasier's fun-loving producer... who's apparently having a bit too much fun loving.
Roz: You know, I'd love to send one back at you, but I gotta pee.

Lilith: Thank you Frasier, I needed that. I treated myself to a little shopping this afternoon. Probably just a pathetic attempt to compensate for the battering my ego's taken recently. It's pretty transparent, huh?
Frasier: No, but if you stand in the light maybe...

Waiter: Good morning ma'am, good morning sir. I have Eggs Benedict and Eggs Florentine.
Lilith: Did you bring ketchup?
Waiter: Uh, no. Sorry, let me get that for you right now.
Niles: Ketchup on Eggs Florentine?
Waiter: Oh. Your, uh, first breakfast together?
Lilith: Just get it.

Lilith: Hello, Frasier. What are you doing here?
Frasier: Surrendering, Lilith. I'm yours.
Lilith: Oh, no...
Frasier: Oh please, don't punish me for playing hard to get last night. It took everything I had to resist you.
Lilith: Oh, this isn't right...
Frasier: Oh, who cares? Can you honestly tell me that when you were lying in your bed last night you weren't thinking about me?
Lilith: Yes.

Frasier: Well, this is a little embarrassing. My ex-wife, we're sort of reconnecting.
Waiter: Yes sir, that's, uh, wonderful.
Frasier: You never know, it might just work out this time.
Waiter: Okay.
Lilith: There you go. There's a generous, generous tip in there for you.

Lilith: Frederick, have a seat, we need to talk to you.
Frederick: What about?
Lilith: We know that you've been trying to maneuver us together and it's only natural for a child of divorce to want that. Generally speaking, your plan would be fruitless, but when your father and I let down our guard and looked at each other in the candlelight, we realized that we belong together. In other words, we're getting remarried.
Frederick: Do you really mean it? [Frasier nods] This is going to be the best Christmas ever! I'm gonna go tell Uncle Niles.