Martin: Hey, Daphne. You seen Eddie?
Daphne: No, I haven't.
Martin: It just doesn't feel right to start the day without him licking me awake.
Daphne: Well, don't look at me.

Roz: [on the phone at the pledge drive] No, Lamb Chop's not here. Big Bird isn't here either. What are you doing up so late? Oh. Do you have your mommy's credit card handy?

Frasier: Oh, Roz, I hope you're not still angry with me for the way my advice backfired today?
Roz: Oh no, not at all. In fact, I've been meaning to tell you how much I admire you for what you're doing tonight. After watching me crash and burn like that, you're going to go out and sing this very difficult song, in a foreign language, under these unflattering lights, with your clothes soaked with sweat, on live television-
Frasier: How long are you going to stay mad at me?
Roz: Until the day I get married.

Frasier: When I saw what a beautiful day it was, I headed for the park. Of course, the only people in the park at this hour of the morning without dogs are winos and that guy in the harem pants that washes his hair in the fountain. He says hello, by the way.

Niles: Good news! I've figured out a way I can have sex and we can all be happy!
Frasier: As I pause to make sure the "on air" light is off, continue.

[On seeing a tearful Daphne, whose mascara has run, with a haircut that looks like she was just electrocuted]
Niles: Oh, will these infernal temptations never end?!

Martin: Jimmy's having a big shindig tonight. A lot of guys from the force fly in for it. Everybody drinks a lot of beer, and then they have a contest to see who's got the biggest scar. You know, this year I had a real good chance of winning it now that "Shark Bait" O'Reilly's finally died.

Frasier: Look, Niles, I know it's difficult, but Maris has got to learn that you're not just someone who can be ordered to perform at will. Now sit, play!

Daphne: Oh, tell me the truth. Is it as bad as I think it is?
Frasier: How... bad do you think it is?
Daphne: Take a leap. Mr. Maurice, hair-designer. Trust me. Children pointing. Your fault!

Roz: Well, I guess your little aria must be coming up soon.
Frasier: Yeah. Along with some veal Milanese and a rather disappointing Chardonnay.