Frasier: You know, I've never really won anything before. Although back in prep school, the Existentialist Club once named me "Most Likely To Be."

Frasier: So, where's Maris?
Niles: Well, we were just getting ready to leave the house, when Maris got a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror-
Frasier: Niles, at the end of this story, will I roll my eyes?
Niles: I did.
Frasier: Well then, just skip it.

Frasier: So, this, ah, this is quite a surprise, you know. Actually I'd, uh, forgotten that the nominations were coming out today.
Bebe: Oh, isn't he precious? You must be very proud of Frasier.
Niles: Well, actually ... no. This nomination is just one more signpost on the low road of celebrity which my brother has chosen for himself.
Frasier: Hope that's not sibling rivalry rearing its vicious little green snout?
Niles: Absolutely not. I'm still in the minority who still believes that psychiatry is a noble profession that is tarnished by such things as popularity contests, not to mention a bouncy little radio program.
Bebe: I bet you two had wicked little hair-pulling fights when you were tots.