Frasier: "According to sources, Crane divorced the accused some years ago to marry her plastic surgeon, whom he left in order... to marry-" Oh, dear.
Daphne: "To marry Daphne Moon, a housekeeper." Oh, that's just lovely.
Niles: Now, now, now, now. The press is notorious for getting things wrong.
Frasier: Yes, Niles is right. For example look, further on here it says, ha-ha, "Dr. Crane is the brother of local deejay, Frazer--with a 'Z'--Crane." You just have to laugh these things off. [chuckles]

Niles: Oh, wonderful. More news vans. Maybe it's time I made a statement.
Frasier: No, no, absolutely not, Niles. That is the worst possible thing you could do. It would only fan the flames. I'll tell you what. Why don't you slip out the back way, and I will talk to them for you.
Niles: Oh, that- There's no need, Frasier.
Frasier: No, Niles, I insist. I'm used to dealing with these media jackals. You have no idea how they can twist your words with editing tricks and such. All right, look, off you go.

Niles: I hope it'll be all right if we stay with you for a while.
Martin: Why? What happened?
Niles: Well, since Frasier's little press conference, the media frenzy has only increased. It's become a nuisance for our neighbors. TV crews, news helicopters, plus the entire press corps from Esteban's hometown in Argentina.
Daphne: Last night some cheeky bloke from the Buenos Aires Herald climbed a tree and took a picture of old Mrs. Gotschalk in her sitz bath.
Niles: Apparently, the readership of the Herald is mostly lonely gauchos.

Frasier: Oh, Daphne, can I get you something?
Daphne: Oh, thank you, Frasier. I wouldn't mind ten years in prison- Oh, I meant crackers.

Martin: Boy, he's really holding up well.
Frasier: A little too well. I'm starting to fear he's not dealing with his emotions at all.
Martin: Right. That's the whole secret to holding up.

Frasier: Dad, it's called "repression" and it is not healthy. The man is a walking pressure-cooker. It's his senior year all over again.
Martin: What are you talking about?
Frasier: Oh, that's right. He swore me to secrecy. ... Well, Niles got mono and he missed four weeks of class, right? So, he was studying around the clock trying to catch up. Just before finals, his girlfriend dumped him, for his roommate. Niles insisted he was just fine right up until the very moment when they found him in the all-night grocery, sitting in a freezer bin talking to a bag of frozen corn, whispering "Why so cold, my love?"

Frasier: Oh, Daphne, Niles. Listen, I'm- I'm so sorry about today's little gaffe. You know what I meant.
Daphne: Oh, don't worry. Anyone can make a little slip. We know you were only trying to ruin our lives- I mean, help.

Martin: What did she say about the polo guy?
Niles: Well, I-I told you, she mentioned she felt unsafe around him, and that she thought that he only wanted her for her money. And I urged her to end the relationship.
Martin: Well, that's pretty tame stuff. It'll take more than a little lunch to tie you into a murder.
Frasier: Oh, dear. Niles, they're in front of Maris's house now.
TV Announcer: There's been a startling new development in the society murder case. Sources say alleged murderer Maris Crane killed her polo-playing lover, Esteban di Rojo, with an antique crossbow.
Daphne: You gave her the murder weapon!

Daphne: [answering the phone] Hello? [aside] It's a reporter.
Niles: I'm not here.
Daphne: [into phone] I'm sorry, he's not here, and I don't know when he's coming back. [pause] I'd rather not say. [another pause] I'd rather not say. [charmed] Oh, thank you, Manchester, actually.

Niles: Oh, we have your doctor's appointment this morning.
Daphne: Oh, don't worry, you don't have to come.
Niles: Oh. And miss hearing my baby's heartbeat? I don't think so. Plenty of time to sleep after the baby's born.