Frasier: "Though summer at the lake seems but a vapid, vacuous experience, it is a necessary tonic for my troubled youth..." Niles, how old were you when you wrote this?
Niles: Almost nine. Which explains the redundancy, "vapid" and "vacuous." By ten, my writing had gotten considerably tighter.
Frasier: Among other things.

[As Daphne helps Martin flex his leg]
Daphne: Working down at the docks has always been a tradition for us Moons. Me father worked on the docks, and me grandfather before him. All my brothers do. Well, except for me brother Billy. He came home one day, and announced he hated the smell of fish and was going to teach ballroom dancing. And he did. And he does. He's me mum's favorite. Dad mostly flicks the crust off his kidney pie at him.
Martin: How much longer do I have to do this?
Daphne: Be patient. You don't want to go through life dragging your leg behind you like a dead tree branch.
Martin: I'm talking about listening to your family's history.
Daphne: Now, I know you don't mean that. Why would a man of your intelligence say a thing like that when you're in the position you're in and I'm in the position I'm in?

Martin: Look, son, do me a favor. Don't hate your mother for this. I wasn't the easiest person to live with back then, and she had plenty of reason to do what she did. Luckily we were able to put it behind us. But I'll tell you, there were times when it really tore me up. I loved your mother.
Frasier: So did I.
Martin: I'm sorry. That's why I said I was the one who had the affair. I was just trying to protect her. Hey, me you already had problems with.
Frasier: Well, Dad, I appreciate what you did, but I still think you should have told me.
Martin: Listen. When Frederick grows up, will you tell him what Lilith did to you?
[Frasier is silent]
Martin: Okay.