Charlotte: [talking to a woman at the bar] He's a big radio star. Smart, really sweet. So think about it. Here's my card.
Frasier: You lied to me. You have five clients. There is no roster of eligible women!
Charlotte: You looked at my client log?
Frasier: Yes, I've seen your log, and I've dated every toad on it!

Frasier: Come on now, it's okay.
Charlotte: No, it's not. Nothing's okay. I lied to you. I just started this business. But I'm really good at what I do. I used to run the biggest matchmaking business in Chicago, before I lost it to my rotten ex-husband in the divorce.
Frasier: Divorce? But you're wearing a wedding ring.
Charlotte: It's camouflage. It inspires confidence. I mean, nobody wants a matchmaker whose life's a mess. Like me! I'm divorced, my business is a joke, and I'm up to my ass in debt, and I had to move in with my mother. I am thirty-five years old, and I am living with my mother! How pathetic is that?
Frasier: Well, I... I've seen worse.

Frasier: Ah, truth be told, I'm going to miss him when he moves out.
Charlotte: I was missing my mother when I was in Chicago. Now I just wish she was missing. [looking at her watch] I didn't realize it was so late. Frank's waiting for me at home.
Frasier: Frank?
Charlotte: My boyfriend.
Frasier: Oh... serious?
Charlotte: Yes, but he has a fun-loving side, too.

Frasier: No, I meant the relationship. Do you lie awake nights thinking about him?
Charlotte: A little. It's still new, but I have my fingers crossed.
Frasier: Well, good luck with it.
Charlotte: Thank you. And if you'll let me, I'm going to find someone fantastic for you too, Frasier, because you deserve it.
Frasier: And because you have my $10,000.
Charlotte: Are you going to mention that every time you see me?

Cindy: Honey?
Brad: I'm just... I'm feeling a little sick again. I'm sorry. I just need some air.
Cindy: We're so in sync. He feels everything I'm feeling. Nausea, weight gain, food cravings.
Niles: You know, in psychological terms, that's called Couvade Syndrome.
Cindy: We just call it love. [exits]
Niles: I don't like them.

Brad: We bring our own food everywhere. Cindy doesn't put anything unhealthy in her body. No refined sugar, white flour or gluten. I'm sure you're the same.
Daphne: Oh, of course.
Waitress: [to Daphne] Cinnamon bun.
Daphne: Oh, no thank you, I'm pregnant.
Waitress: But you said-
Daphne: I said no!

Daphne: They're getting so much more out of this than we are. We don't even have a placenta plan!

Brad: Sorry, sorry. Oh, this pregnancy is taking it out of me. [holding his nipples] Oh, my breasts are so tender today.
Niles: You know what? I'm starting to feel a bit nauseous.

Ellie: Frasier Crane?
Frasier: Why, yes it is.
Ellie: Well, my God, what are you doing here?
Frasier: Well, actually, I have an office one floor down.
Ellie: Really?
Frasier: Yes.
Ellie: I'm on 18.
Frasier: Oh. Well, why don't I ride up with you? I could use the exercise.

Ellie: It's so funny seeing you here.
Frasier: It's funny for you, delightful for me. It's always nice to meet a fan, especially one so attractive.
Ellie: You don't remember me?
Frasier: Yes, of course I remember you. It's you. Hey, you.
Ellie: I can't believe you don't remember. We dated. Three times!
Frasier: Jennifer.
Ellie: Ellie.
Frasier: Ellie! [elevator stops] Oh well, here's your floor. Nice catching up with you.
Ellie: Oh, brushing me off. That sounds familiar.
[As the elevator doors open back on Charlotte's floor]
Ellie: Oh, not that I'm surprised you forgot me. You spent every day talking about yourself, and then, after we slept together...
Frasier: I'm so sorry. Sorry...
Ellie: But you could've called me!
Frasier: Sorry! Again, so sorry.