Frasier: Dennis. Lisa. Hi, Patty, looking good. [entering Roz's booth] Kill me.
Roz: What are you talking about? You're Mr. Popularity.
Frasier: Yes. And it's a living hell. I have spent the entire morning exchanging fake pleasantries with a bunch of people that I have absolutely nothing in common with. I miss being unapproachable.
Roz: I thought you wanted to be loved by the common man.
Frasier: Yes, but couldn't they have sent just one representative?

Frasier: Do you want to talk about it?
Roz: No, it's okay. It's just so weird. You go through life meeting people who are all the same, you know. And they just think you're the same, too. And then one day, you meet this guy, but he's not the same, because he actually sees that you're not the same. And he knows, because he's the same way.
Frasier: Roz, sounds to me like you're in love.
Roz: I can't be. I know this is shallow and I hate myself for it, but I can't be in love with a garbage man.
Frasier: Well, then, you need to move on and realize that you've learned something about yourself.
Roz: Great. I learned that I'm a snob.
Frasier: No, no. Just that you have certain standards that it may be difficult for others to live up to. You know, Roz, seems you and I are more alike than we thought.
Roz: Okay, now I'm really miserable.

Frasier: Technically, that's really more about Roz. Now if I were to make a joke about him, which of course I wouldn't, I'd say he has a thing for Roz's can.
Roz: You two finished?

Roz: And don't worry, I won't get dumped.
Niles: I'd already passed on that.
Frasier: Yes, it's a bit on the nose.

Daphne: Look what your father found, a picture of you in a teddy bear costume.
Niles: Why do you have all this out?
Martin: Well, I was making room in the storage closet and I found some of your old stuff.
Niles: What else is in here?
Martin: Well, here's your cap and your blazer from Bryce academy.
Daphne: Oh, I bet you were the cutest thing in that.
Niles: Oh, well, here's a picture of me in it.
Daphne: Oh.

Frasier: Must be nice to be liked.
Roz: Are you still obsessing over that limerick?
Frasier: People are making additions. Good lord, I have read anthologies with fewer contributing authors.
Roz: I'm sure they'll all wash right off.
Frasier: If only there were a solvent that could remove the stains they've left on my spirit.

Roz: What's the big deal?
Frasier: Oh, yes, I know. Being written up on the bathroom wall is no big deal to you. But that limerick made a point, as all good limericks do. It seems to have resonated with everyone around here. I want these people to know the real Frasier Crane.
Roz: Wouldn't it be better if you tried to make them like you?

Roger: Oh, I know you said you were gonna make dinner, but why not just open a can of something?
Roz: How'd you think I was gonna make dinner?

Roz: "Make Room for Monkeys"? Where did you find this? You know, it's out of print.
Roger: Yeah, well, a certain very bad skater told me it was her favorite book when she was growing up, so I kept my eyes open and I found it in a pile of old books.
Roz: You mean like at the dump?
Roger: No, not a dump. Please, it's a secret underground landfill accessible only to garbage men. And the mole people who live there. I used to be one of them, but then I decided to join the surface dwellers and find my queen.
Roz: Thank you. That's very thoughtful.
Roger: And you will make an excellent mole queen. Of course, after a year underground, your eyes will fuse shut. Your sense of smell will stick around...

Roz: Do you joke around about your career because you're uncomfortable talking about it?
Roger: You mean deeply and utterly ashamed?
Roz: Whatever, your words.
Roger: I don't know, I've never really thought about it as a career. I mean, it's just a job to me. You know, it's got great benefits, and afternoons off and... when I have a family, I'll get to spend a lot of time with them. How sweet will that be?
Roz: Would you like to go to a party with me on Saturday?
Roger: I'd love to. I found a great pair of shoes this morning. They damn near match.