Daphne: Don't worry, Dr. Crane, I'm sure you're right about these things. After all, you usually are.
Frasier: Well, thank you, Daphne. That's exactly what I needed to hear.
Daphne: Boom.

Martin: Oh, come on, don't you start, too. There's nothing wrong with my eyes. [picks up cream holder] Now, if you don't mind, I just want to sit here quietly and have a... have a drink of cream. Do you have a problem with that? Good.

Martin: Oh, wait till you see this case, Fras. This Loren guy really knows what he's doing. [exits]
Frasier: Ralph Lauren?
Daphne: Sophia.

Frasier: Well, it took several of your best people, but I believe they have finally wrestled this feisty cow-lick of mine into submission.

Bebe: Don't worry, I'll calm her down. [shaking Roz] Pull yourself together, do you hear me? We need this show.

Frasier: Welcome back.
Bebe: Frasier, I hear you're quite the gourmet.
Frasier: Oh please, I don't do anything fancy. A few soufflés, a flambé or two. Just good eat. Now, this morning I'm going to be making my signature breakfast for you. That's "Eggs Palermo Fontana."
Bebe: Mmm, makes my mouth water. But before we start, I have a little sweetheart backstage who's dying to come out and give you a hand.
Frasier: Is it Kim Lee?
Bebe: Not even close. It's Bobo, the cooking chimp.

Frasier: Now this whole thing was improvised.
Daphne: You're kidding, it's like you and the chimp have been working together for years.

Roz: Yeah, well, you look like you are having the time of your life.
Frasier: I'm playing a character. There is a big difference between "Dr. Frasier Crane, psychiatrist" and "Frasier Crane, the guy who starts your morning right." I'll tell you what. I will speak to Bebe when we're in the chair. Oh, that's the industry term for when we're getting our make-up put on.

Martin: Somebody ought to tell Mr. Doyle she's wearing a dude's glasses.