Martin: Niles, what brings you here?
Niles: Well, I was hoping Daphne could take a look at this plant. I bought it for Maris but it unaccountably turned against her.

Niles: Is she here?
Martin: No, she stepped out. I don't know when she'll be back.
Niles: Well, I'm off.
Martin: What, hey! You can stay. I haven't seen you for a while, you can visit.
Niles: Well, yes we could, couldn't we? ... So, how are ya?
Martin: Fine. You?
Niles: Fine. ... She's fine.
Martin: Pickle?
Niles: No, thanks.
Martin: Look, Niles, if you just came to see Daphne, you don't have to stay.
Niles: Dad, I can't believe you would say that. To your own son. I am deeply insulted. Here I wanted to have some time with you but now I'm so upset I'll have to leave. [heads towards the door, just as Daphne enters]
Daphne: Oh, hello Dr. Crane. Staying for dinner?
Niles: Yes, love to.

Niles: Daphne, I had the fervent hope that you could coax this back to life. It's one of Maris's favorites.
Daphne: My goodness, what did she do to it?
Niles: Nothing. Just loved it.

Daphne: Dr. Crane, I'm picking up something from you. You're shrouded in an aura of guilt.
Frasier: [evasive] Maybe I am.
Niles: Daphne, that's fantastic. Do me, do me.

Martin: Now listen here, Frasier. If you're responsible for Bulldog losing his job, you've got to make this right. You gotta go down to that station and talk to the boss and get him his job back.
Frasier: Well, that's a little easier said than done. Ned Miller is the most intimidating, heartless, mean-spirited man I've ever had the misfortune to meet.
Daphne: And he cheats on his wife. My goodness, I'm on today!

Frasier: Wait. Bulldog, I can't let you leave like this. ... Here's a twenty.

Frasier: Why don't you just spend the night, you can take the couch.
Bulldog: Wow. You'd do that for me?
Frasier: Why sure, what's the point of having an expensive suede couch if you can't have a bunch of people crashing on it?

Frasier: Oh, my lord! What happened here?
Miller: Oh, that psycho Bulldog and I got into it this afternoon. He threw my Golden Mike at me!
Frasier: And he did that with your little trophy?
Miller: No, he just chipped the paint with the trophy, I did that with his head!

Frasier: Um, I know that Bulldog was up here, and he said some pretty regrettable things to you.
Miller: I'll say he said some things. You want to hear them? I tape everything in this office.

Frasier: Well anyway, uh, a lot of what he said was, uh, was my fault, you see? Well, you see, I heard a rumor that, ah, management was thinking about lightening the load a bit. Well, I heard it was Bulldog that was gonna get sacked and I- I was repeating the rumor to someone and Bulldog heard me. And that's why he came up here and started telling you-
Miller: That I'm a drunk. That I'm incompetent at my job. That my wife is a big fat slut!
Frasier: That is indefensible! Your wife is not overweight!