Daphne: Well, we've just had the most wonderful day at the marina.
Martin: Oh, you get a boat?
Rodney: Actually, no. I have an inner-ear curvature that makes me prone to motion sickness. But there's a charming bistro there that serves the most exquisite—
[A phone starts ringing. Niles and Rodney take their phones out of their pockets in unison]
Niles: Not me.
Rodney: Not me.
Martin: [answering the phone] Hello? Oh, I can't talk right now, Duke. I'm in the Twilight Zone.

Frasier & Martin: What the hell was that?
Frasier: I think maybe we should put a little red mark on the real Niles so we can tell them apart.

Martin: So, uh, what do you think of Rodney?
Niles: Bit of a pretentious fop, wouldn't you say?
Martin: He doesn't, uh, remind you of anyone?
Niles: Remind me of anyone...
[Rodney enters the kitchen]
Rodney: So sorry, but about my coffee? I neglected to mention that I like my milk steamed, with just a dollop of foam, such as might give the impression of a cumulus cloud reflected in a still pond.
Niles: Consider it done.
[Rodney leaves]
Niles: I want to kill myself.

Daphne: Hello, all. Oh, everyone, this is Rodney Banks.
Daphne: Dr. Niles Crane.
Niles: How do you do?
Rodney: The pleasure is mine.
[After Niles and Rodney shake hands, they both reach for their handkerchief to wipe their hands]
Rodney: Flu season.
Niles: Can't be too careful.

Niles: Perhaps I'll take that brandy.
Frasier: Niles, before you do anything this rash, you should consider it first from all angles.
Niles: I've spent three years considering Daphne from all angles.
Frasier: I'm just not sure this is the right moment for this.
Niles: No, no, if you're trying to rattle me it's not going to work. I've been rehearsing this for months. "Daphne, there's something I need to talk to you about. It's a matter of... Daphne, for a long time now, uh... you and I, we"- Exactly how's the brandy getting here, by St. Bernard?!

Niles: The fact is, I'm tired of being lonely, and it makes no sense going on being lonely when the woman I long for is unattached.
Frasier: Yes, well, as I said to you at the time you tried to jump out of the tree house with an umbrella, "I suppose you know what you're doing."

Niles: You're going to have to be patient with me, Roz. This isn't exactly my milieu.
Roz: Okay, let's make that lesson number one. If you're going to use words like "milieu," you might as well show up here with a sore on your lip and a couple of kids.

Frasier: You know, there's just one thing I'd like to ask you, Rodney. Do you have an older brother?
Rodney: As a matter of fact, I do. He's always been the pride of the family. Handsome, successful, brilliant. I've always been rather jealous of him.
Frasier: Spooky.

[Frasier hugs Daphne as she sobs on his shoulder]
Daphne: Oh, this is so embarrassing.
Frasier: Oh, no, no, never mind about that. Expressing our emotions is always beneficial, even if it does come at the expense of our pride [she blows her nose on his lapel] and a very expensive brand-new Italian silk jacket.

Niles: Frasier? I've just made an important decision. I'm going to tell Daphne how I feel about her.
Frasier: What?
Niles: I'm going to tell her tonight.
Frasier: You're serious about this?
Niles: I am dead serious. Maris and I are nowhere near reconciling. I know this is the right decision, because I'm completely calm about it. Look. [Niles holds out one steady hand, meanwhile his other hand shakes violently as he rests it on Frasier's African sculpture]