Martin: [answering the phone] Hello. Oh, hi. [to Frasier] Frasier, it's for you. It's the nag.
Frasier: Oh, lord. [on phone] Now, listen Bulldog, I already told you that- Oh. Hello, Lilith.

Martin: So, Niles, everything's all set for tomorrow, right?
Niles: Yes, yes. Maris and I are driving up to the cabin tonight. We'll expect you, Frasier and Frederick tomorrow around noon.
Daphne: Oh, I wish I was coming with you.
Niles: So do I.

Niles: Well, up at the cabin, there's an old stump that the local children seem to enjoy kicking.

Barry: "I'm sorry. That was the last time. I'm okay now, I'm okay. [starts crying] No, I'm not!"
Frasier: Barry, I've got to put you on hold for a bit, while you pull yourself together, but please, please stay on the line, I'd really like to help you.
Barry: "It's alright, I think I've got a hold of myself. [starts crying]"
[later:]
Gladys: "So you see, Dr. Crane, I've fallen in the shower so many times, they can't fit any more pins in my hip."
Frasier: Gladys, Gladys? Listen, can I put you on hold for a second? There's somebody else I have to check on. How's it going there, Barry?
[Barry starts crying]
Frasier: My sentiments exactly.

Frasier: Oh, listen, why don't you just go home, honey? I can take over for the next two hours.
Roz: But you can't do this on your own.
Frasier: Oh, sure I can. Why don't you go home, be with your mom?
Roz: Wouldn't it be even be sadder? With you here all by yourself?
Frasier: I don't think that's possible.

Waitress: Here you go.
Frasier: Well, the chef didn't exactly dally over the Remoulade, did he?

Bill: Hey, Tim. Merry Christmas.
Tim: Hey Bill, same to you. Glad you could make it.
Bill: Well, I wouldn't miss this. Hey, how's that turkey platter? Good as last year's?
Frasier: I'm not sure this isn't last year's.

Tim: Hey, bud. Since you're here, [gives Frasier a quarter] go call your old man.
Frasier: Thank you. I think I will.

Frasier: Well, I must say I've never been so touched in my life. To think that you people would give up your money, which you can ill afford, to help out a fellow human being.

Tim: There you go, Lou.

Frasier: I'm just so embarrassed.

Tim: Don't be embarrassed. Look at it this way: the rest of the year belongs to the rich people, with their fancy houses, [points to Frasier's BMW] expensive foreign cars, but Christmas? Christmas belongs to guys like us.

Frasier: Right. Well, I never will forget this Christmas. Thank you. Thank you all.