Frasier: This is getting me nowhere! All right. I'll just have to go down there and confront her
myself. Find out if what she was feeling was actually genuine or she was simply being a conniving femme fatale!
Daphne: Oh, come on now, Dr Crane. It's not like men have never used sex to get what they want.
Frasier: How can we possibly use sex to get what we want? Sex is what we want!

Frasier: Niles.
Niles: Good evening, Frasier. You left your Mont Blanc in my car, so I... Oh. I see cocktails. Hors d'oeuvres. Mingling. If I were the suspicious type, I'd say you were throwing a party to which I was not invited.
[Martin walks over to Niles with a tray of sausages]
Martin: Feel like a wiener, Niles?
Niles: Indeed I do.

Martin: Hi, Marty Crane. You put on quite a show!
Gil: Oh, you've heard my little program?
Martin: No, I mean just coming through the door.