Niles: Don't touch! The smallest smudge decreases its value.
Frasier: Oh, Niles, guess what thriving Seattle night spot is closing its doors.
Niles: Roz, you're moving.
[Roz takes Niles' rare book and licks the cover]

Frasier: Niles, tonight let's go to Orsini's for one glorious farewell dinner.
Niles: Why not? I'll make the reservations. We'll take Dad and Daphne.
Frasier: Great. Will Maris be joining us?
Niles: Oh, sadly no. She had a bad experience there one Christmas Eve. An Italian soccer team was at the next table. Maris announced she was in the mood for a goose and, perhaps inevitably, tragedy ensued.

Frasier: Now, for those of you who are leaving, please keep us in mind for your next special occasion. We plan many new and exciting innovations in the weeks to come. [A car smashes through the wall. The customers scream.] Starting with our ... our drive-through window.
Otto: Number twenty-three is ready.