Niles: I have to cancel lunch.
Frasier: Can't you see her after lunch?
Niles: I have patients.
Frasier: Before, then.
Niles: [as Niles enters the waiting room] I'm sorry, this just won't work out.
Peggy: You know, you could at least give him a chance. It's his first day!

Frasier: Hello, Dad.
Martin: I brought you this for your office.
Frasier: Thank you. Why don't you have a seat?
Martin: What you doing there?
Frasier: Well, I'm just trying to figure out this chair from Stockholm Design. The instruction booklet alone would account for the high Swedish suicide rate.

Frasier: Listen, how did things go with Maris?
Martin: Maris?
Niles: She invited me to lunch at Le Toque. She's gotten involved with some Argentine polo player. Turns out he's a cad and a gold digger, with a violent temper to boot.
Martin: That's probably what she put in her ad.

Peggy: Dr. Crane? I'm back from lunch. Your next patient is here.
Frasier: [to Niles & Martin] Thank you, Peggy. Well, I'd love to stay here and chat, but duty calls.
Peggy: [whispering to Niles & Martin] If you want to wait, he's usually very quick.
Frasier: Thank you, Peggy.

Kenny: Great spread, Niles. Kenny Daley, Frasier's boss. Roz invited me. Sorry I didn't bring a present.
Niles: Actually, you did. A baby blanket. You'll find it in the pile on the table.
Kenny: Great. Oh, by the way, your wife's a peach.
Niles: My wife isn't here yet.
Kenny: Oh, no. Whose stomach did I just rub?

Frasier: Uh, what's troubling you?
Brad: Well, I just went through a messy divorce, and my kid's in another city. I came here to begin a new career, but it's not happening for me and I'm thinking maybe I made a big mistake.
Frasier: You know, Brad, sometimes things take a little longer to turn in our favor than we think they should.
Brad: How long?
Frasier: That depends. Tell me more, I'm listening.

Niles: Daphne, I am so sorry.
Daphne: It's all right. Well, not completely, but I'm not as mad as I was. I just don't understand why you couldn't tell me you were having lunch with Maris.
Niles: I was going to, but you were just so upset when she called. I didn't know how you'd react.
Daphne: I suppose I have been a little bit difficult lately, haven't I?
Niles: There's just no good answer to that.

Frasier: What a glorious morning it is, isn't it? May I get my usual, please?
Niles: Well, well. Nice to see you're approaching your first day of private practice with such an upbeat attitude.
Frasier: Yes, I'm like an eager school boy on his first day of fractions.

Roz: Hey, Niles. Not a bad party for two hours' notice.
Niles: It's a disaster. None of Daphne's friends could make it. I told the caterer I wanted a maternity motif, he thought I said "fraternity" and now we have three kegs of beer and a six foot hoagie.

Martin: Hey, Daph.
Daphne: Hello, Martin. How are your ears?
Martin: Huh?
Daphne: [loudly] How are your ears?!