Frasier: Would you like the tour?
Kim: I don't know. What do you want to show me?
Frasier: I don't know. Uh, what do you want to see?
Kim: What would you like me to see?
Frasier: Whatever you came here to see.
Kim: And what did I come here to see?
Frasier: Is there an end to this? Because I'm starting to feel redundant on my part.

Ronee: You may get away with this now, young man, but once I'm your mother...
Frasier: Oh, get out!

Charlotte: I'm sorry to bother you. I just need my house keys.
Frasier: I thought you were camping. Uh, come on in. Gosh, I'm sorry about the stench in the hall.
Charlotte:That would be me. I had a little run-in with a skunk. I thought I could scare him off if I threw my keys at him.
Frasier: Please, come on in.
Charlotte:You really don't want me to. As it is now, I'm going to have to sell my car. What is all over your chest?

Frasier: Uh, Kim, I'm terribly sorry about this. I'm afraid it's just not going to work out for us tonight.
Kim: She's the one, isn't she?
Frasier: Yeah. Uh, listen, this has nothing to do with you, you know. I've had a lovely time this evening.
Kim: Me too. Maybe it's just as well. I'm lactose intolerant.

Charlotte: But look at me, I can't stay in your house like this.
Frasier: Okay, I'll tell you what. I have an eight-jet whirlpool bath that you are free to revive yourself in and I can get cleaned up and make us some snacks, all right? And you know, actually, I have an endangered condor paté that I've been saving for just such an occasion.
Charlotte: That's not funny.

Frasier: More wine?
Charlotte: Thanks. This is my idea of camping.
Frasier: You know, I'm not much of an outdoor man myself. In college I got lost on a nature hike. After screaming for forty-five minutes, I was finally rescued by a Brownie troop. I still know some of their songs.

Frasier: Charlotte, I hope you won't think this is too forward of me, but, a promising relationship doesn't come along very often and when it does, it's worth sticking your neck out for. What I'm saying is...
[Martin, Ronne and her mother Betty enter the apartment]
Betty: Good lord, he's with another one!
Frasier: For heaven's sake!
Martin: What are you doing to me, boy?

Betty: All right, Veronica, we've had dessert, we've dropped him off, can we go now?
Ronee: No.
Betty: I don't want to spend another moment in this house!
Ronee: Well, fine, then you go, but I'm staying here with Marty.
Martin: Oh, sure, okay, Ronee, I'll just make up the couch for you.
Ronee: Just drop it, Marty. Yes, Mother, we are sleeping together. And he's not the first. Or the second. In fact, I'm well into double digits now.
Martin: Okay, we got the picture!

Ronee: Look, I'm sorry, I know you're upset, but I just can't live a lie anymore. For God's sake, I'm in my forties.
Betty: What are you talking about? You haven't been in your forties...
Ronee: [closing the door on Betty] All right! I'll see you in the morning. [to Frasier] Well, if you're a good boy, maybe you'll get to spend the summer with your grandma.