Frasier: God, I hope this works, Daphne.
Daphne: Well, I've been sending Elaine psychic messages all day.
Frasier: You're kidding. You can transmit? I thought you were just a receiver.
Daphne: Well, I'm giving it a try. You know, "Elaine in 14-10, come to dinner, come to dinner".
Frasier: That's very charming, Daphne, but Elaine's in 14-12.
Daphne: Oh dear. I guess I'd better set an extra place at the table, then.

Daphne: And to finish it off, a batch of Grammy Moon's famous sticky buns.
Frasier: Oh my, that's it.
Daphne: Grammy made these every Sunday. 'course, she added a pint of rum to the recipe. And nobody liked these more than Grammy herself. Many's the Sunday I'd head over to her house after church, only to find her out in the garden in her wedding dress, face down in the birdbath.

Niles: Dad? I was wondering if you'd be interested in joining Maris and me Friday night. We're dying to try the new rib joint that's opened on Bellevue Way. I understand that if the onion rings aren't as big as your head you get them for free.