Niles: Duke's was his whole life.
Frasier: Well, Niles, there's nothing we can do about it, really. You know, look at it this way: we're actually doing Dad a service, stopping him from going out and drinking. And the other policemen as well. Maybe we're even performing a community service. Men with guns will have one less place to go and liquor up.
Niles: There's always Roz's place.

Frasier: This is fantastic! What say we go celebrate with a nice dinner at an exclusive boite?
Niles: Yes, but the question remains, what boite?
Frasier: Charise?
Niles: Too noisy.
Frasier: Alsace?
Niles: Too bright.
Frasier: Papillion?
Niles: Too crowded.
Frasier: We've run out of boites.
Niles: A city this size and only three boites.
Frasier: How do we live?

Daphne: Hello, Dr. Crane.
Niles: Hello, Daphne. You look even lovelier than usual this evening.
Daphne: Thank you.
[Niles sniffs Daphne]
Niles: Is that "Forbidden"?
Frasier: In every sense of the word!