Daphne: Oh, give it up, the man had every right to be proud of his dog.
Martin: Well, I just don't like show-offs, OK? "Ginger, catch the frisbee. Ginger, roll over. Ginger, do my taxes!"

Daphne: Alright now, in the samba you have to hold me a little closer. You ready?
Niles: Daphne, there's one thing I wanted to mention.
Daphne: Yeah?
Niles: I'm a dancer. A dancer dances!

Daphne: Here's my dancing partner. Hello, Fred.
Niles: Hello, Ginger.
Daphne: It's a little joke we have.

Niles: Look, Daphne, I got two new CDs today. Tonight we master the mambo and the conga. I can feel myself growing a pencil-thin mustache just saying that.

Martin: No, Eddie that's not your banana, that's Mr. Pig. Listen to the difference: pig, banana. Pig, banana. Pig, banana. Ah, I still love you, you little pinhead. Go sit down.

Frasier: What the hell was that?
Martin: Eddie, did you hear something? Can't be Frasier, he's still on vacation.

Daphne: I can't remember when I've had a better time. I'm on Cloud Nine.
Niles: I'd have to look down to see Cloud Nine.

Daphne: Don't think. Just feel. You're an Argentinian slum-dweller. You have no house, no car, you don't know where your next meal is coming from. But none of that matters. Because tonight... we have the tango!
Niles: Oh, mama, I've got it all.

Daphne: I knew you were a good dancer, but I had no idea you were such a good actor.
Niles: Actor?
Daphne: Yeah. "Daphne, you're a goddess. Daphne, I adore you." We fooled everyone, didn't we?
Niles: Oh. Oh. We certainly did, didn't we?
Daphne: I'm surprised it was so easy.
Niles: Well, given the right circumstances, anyone can be fooled.