Daphne: How was the opera?
Frasier: Lovely. Get out. [turns television off]
Roz: Hey, that movie's not over.
Frasier: That's too bad, Roz. There's a stunning woman on her way over here, I don't want her thinking I'm running some sort of maudlin sorority house. Now, come on. Shake a leg

Roz: Yeah, we rented a couple of sad chick movies.
Martin: Oh, it's not like you not to have a date on Valentine's Day.
Roz: Tell me. I usually try for a second seating.

Daphne: And you'd think that being engaged, I'd have a guaranteed date. But no! Donny had to go to Florida. His grandmother, she'd do anything to come between us.
Martin: Oh, what did she do this time?
Daphne: She died.

Niles: [on the phone] I can't wait either. I'll see you in twenty minutes, Valentine. [kisses into phone and hangs up]
Frasier: That had better be the seat duster in our opera box.

Martin: Look, Fras, I don't blame you for being a little jealous cause he's got someone and you don't.
Frasier: I am not jealous, Dad. I'm simply appalled by his rudeness. I was looking forward to this evening. Nice drink, lovely opera. Then a late supper. Perhaps a beautiful bottle of wine. Delightful desert soufflé... Oh, God, I need a woman.

Frasier: Thank you, Daphne. But actually, I already have someone in mind. You see, there's a stunning woman who comes to the opera on the same nights we do. She has the box right across from ours. We've flirted a bit from a distance. I have laughed with her during "Figaro", cried with her during "Tosca", I even had a dream about her during "Einstein On The Beach".

Frasier: Tonight's the night. By the finalé I will have made my overture. Dad, would you please come with me?
Martin: To the opera? What do you need me for?
Frasier: Dad, I can't go with a woman because then she'll think I'm on a date, and if I go alone she'll think I couldn't get a date.
Roz: He would look pretty pathetic.
Martin: Oh, geez.
Daphne: Or you could stay home with us and watch sad movies.
Frasier: "Sophie's Choice."
Martin: I'll say it is.

Martin: Well, I'm not going to sit through a whole opera for some woman who's not even here.
Frasier: Oh, for God's sake, Dad, give it a chance. You might actually learn to like it if you'd listen to one.
Martin: Hey, your mother dragged to me a lot of these things when we were dating and they were all stupid. These stories make no sense whatsoever.
Frasier: Oh, that is not true.
Martin: Oh, all right, what's this one about?
Frasier: Well, it's about Rigoletto, the hunchbacked jester in the court of the Duke. He has a daughter, Gilda, who's secretly living with him. But everyone thinks that she's his mistress. In this opening scene, Rigoletto mocks the Duke's enemy, who puts a curse on him.
Martin: A cursed hunchback dating his daughter. Well, nothing screwy so far.

Frasier: He is not dating his daughter. Gilda is being courted by the Duke, who is disguised as a humble student.
Martin: You see, that's what I mean. The whole thing's so unrealistic. Everybody's in love and pretending to be somebody they're not. And they're all swooning and gasping-
Frasier: [gasps]
Martin: See, exactly. Who acts that way?

Emily: Your father, is he dating anyone at the moment?
Frasier: Well, no, but if you're thinking about your mother, I'm afraid they're not really right for each other.
Emily: [laughs] Yes, I know. I meant Edward.
Frasier: Your uncle?
Emily: Yes.
Frasier: And my father?
Emily: They're both single, they love opera and they were both married with kids when they came out of the closet. Your dad told my mother all about it.
Frasier: Oh, did he?
Emily: Well, she asked him out and he had to be honest with her.
Martin: [entering] Hi, there.
Frasier: Yes, nothing like a little honesty to diffuse an awkward situation.