Niles: Well, when I brought you a beer in your room the other day I couldn't help but notice you had pictures of Frasier and Frederick and an autographed one from someone named Ken Griffey Jr. But none of Maris and me. So I brought you this.
Martin: Oh, gee, thanks. What's Maris doing wearing jodhpurs? She hasn't taken up horseback riding, has she?
Niles: No, no. She wanted to, but unfortunately her little quadriceps are so tight she's incapable of straddling anything larger than a border collie.

Niles: Wait a minute. We're not talking about Miss Warner?
Martin: Don't tell me this was going on during your lessons too?
Niles: No, you'll be relieved to know that while Frasier was getting his Rachmaninoffs I was actually studying music.

Clarice: You're here because of that book, aren't you?
Frasier: Yes and I'd like to apologize right off. Er, I told that story to Mr. Fallow in confidence. It was never meant to be in print.
Clarice: There's no need to apologize. That was a lovely time in my life. It was nice to relive it. So, are you married?
Frasier: Divorced. You?
Clarice: I never married.
Frasier: I came here to apologize about more than just the book. I never felt quite right about the way I left things. I abandoned you. It was selfish and cowardly.
Clarice: Oh, Frasier, relax. I always felt guilty for short-changing you on your music lessons. Do you still keep it up?
Frasier: ... Oh, the piano? Yes!