Bulldog: My girlfriend threw me out. She said the only reason she was with me was because I was on the radio. Can you believe that? Eight years we've been together. I loved that woman. Even when I was tomcatting around, I loved that woman. God, that job was my life, and now I've been blackballed in this business, and all because of my stupid temper. [picks up a piece of African art] What is this, anyway?
Frasier: Oh, that's an exceedingly rare fertility symbol from a small nomadic tribe in Ghana.
Bulldog: I guess when they were passing out equipment, this guy was in the back of the line.

Frasier: Now, you two just leave me alone. This is not my fault. Look, I am not responsible for Bulldog going up there and popping off to the boss. You can stare at me 'til you're blue in the face, I'm not going to go see Ned Miller.
[Eddie climbs on the couch and stares at Frasier]
Frasier: Oh, all right! I'll go down to the station, I will talk to the monster on the sixth floor and futilely attempt to get a man back his job that I don't even care for, and in the process I will probably end up spitting out my teeth like Chiclets! Is there anything else I can do for you?
[Eddie barks]
Daphne: Oh, if you're going by the market, we're low on dog food.

Frasier: Everyone, this is my brother Niles. This is Teddy, one of our brilliant engineers.
Teddy: Niles.
Niles: Teddy, my man!

Bulldog: Ninety-four, ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven...
Teddy: Hey, Bulldog. How's it going?
Bulldog: Great. Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred! New high for me.
Roz: Squeezing or counting?
[Bulldog barks at Roz]

Bulldog: Hey, where's my tickets to the "Sonics" game? They were here just a second ago. Somebody stole my tickets to the "Sonics" game! This stinks! This is total BS. This is- Oh, got 'em, got 'em.

Roz: Hey. You guys don't think it's Bulldog who's getting canned?
Teddy: Could be.
Frasier: Oh, no, no, no, no. He's the station's highest-rated personality. I mean, with the exception of women thirty-five to fifty-four who happen to think that I'm sort of a god.

Bulldog: Hey. Have you heard about my new gimmick for the show? If the Seahawks beat Buffalo this Sunday, I promise to do my entire show hanging by my feet.
Frasier: You can do that?
Bulldog: Oh, sure. Practiced all morning. The real trick is drinking coffee. I keep burning my eyes.

Frasier: Well, someone is being let go.
Father Mike: Oh?
Frasier: But, uh, it's not you. It's Bulldog.
Father Mike: Bulldog? Oh, what a shame.
Frasier: Yes.
Father Mike: Has anybody spoken for his parking space?
Frasier: Well, I have, yes.

Roz: Hey, Bulldog.
Bulldog: No time to talk, Slim! I'm off to war!

Bulldog: I did it! I scorched him! You should have seen the look on his face. Oh, I even told him about the time his wife came on to me at the Christmas party. I said there wasn't enough liquor in the world to make me sleep with that porker!
Frasier: You said that to Ned Miller?
Bulldog: Yes! Yeah, he even took a swing at me. I gave him a little okey-doke and he hit air!