Martin: Oh, don't be sore. I'll get to the ventilation system eventually.
Frasier: You went back on our agreement. I'm the one who's supposed to call the shots around here.
Martin: Our agreement was that we'd get wider parking spaces, but you blew me off. As far as I'm concerned the agreement is over. Besides, I think I have a knack for this president thing. Now, I'd like to keep you on my team, but, uh, if it's too rough for you, just say the word.
Frasier: Well, well, well. The puppet thinks he's a real boy.

Frasier: I don't think you have the skills for this job.
Martin: I have something better, people skills.
Frasier: So do I, but these boobs and nincompoops are too stupid to see it!

Roz: It doesn't even make sense. [loudly] Listen, I don't want to have a threesome with you. I never wanted to have a threesome with you, and I will not have a threesome with you! So quit bringing it up! [storms out]
Daphne: I think we went a little too far.
Niles: Not as far as she wanted to go.

Martin: A hell of a breakfast, Daph. I'm stuffed.
Daphne: Thanks. Now come on, let's do some exercises.
Martin: And risk a cramp? What kind of training did you get?

Frasier: Well, I suppose you're right. I haven't really established myself as the neighborly sort. I thought that my term as fire safety captain might do the trick, but I guess I drilled them once too often.

Daphne: [to Martin] Maybe you could give him lessons on how to be a normal person.
Frasier: I beg your pardon?

Frasier: So, Dad, what do you think?
Martin: I don't know, it sounds like a big pain.
Frasier: Oh, come on, Dad. Think of the neighbors. Think of the building, the good we could do together. We can actually achieve the dream of luxury apartment living that our founders intended.

Frasier: Now I think I should still run against you.
Martin: Why?
Frasier: Well, if I drop out just as you announce your candidacy, people might suspect something's up. It's better that our political legerdemain remain sub rosa, hmm? How would a normal person say that, Dad?
Martin: No one needs to know how the hot dogs are made.

Frasier: Which brings me to my final opponent. Martin Crane. Now, we're all aware that he is a decorated war hero and a much-honored police officer, but does he have the building's interests at heart? Maybe. I simply ask that you stack up his 45 years of experience against my term as fire safety captain. Thank you. And God bless Elliot Bay Towers.

Martin: Uh, thanks, uh, I'm Marty Crane, uh I just want to say that it's a privilege to run and, uh, I'll try to do the best I can. Thank you. Go Seahawks.