Martin: Well you were home late last night.
Frasier: I had dinner with a new friend. Bob.
Martin: Oh, that's right. Have a good time?
Frasier: Hardly. The man talks endlessly on subjects that are of no interest to anyone but him.
Martin: Gee. I can't imagine what that's like.

Frasier: So why is it we have so much trouble making friends? Is it because we've become closed off? No longer want to reach out to our fellow man? Well, I'd like to think that if one of you listeners out there happened to see me on the street you'd feel free to walk right on up to me and-
Roz: Excuse me, Dr. Crane, we have to stop for a very important public service announcement. ... Have you lost your mind? You're opening yourself up to every creep out there.
Frasier: Oh, Roz, that's exactly the kind of cynicism I'm talking about. I, for one, happen to believe in the kindness of strangers.
Roz: Well I believe in the strangeness of strangers.

Daphne: If you don't like this man why did you have dinner with him?
Frasier: Well, I was going to tell him that I didn't want to see him anymore but, you see, it's a bit more delicate than just that. The problem is he's- He's in a wheel chair.
Daphne: So what? If you don't like him, you don't like him.
Frasier: Well, I know that. It's just that I'd hate to have him think it was just because of the chair.
Daphne: I have worked with the disabled for over 10 years now. And if there's one thing I've learned they don't want special treatment.
Martin: [coming from the kitchen] Oh, I forgot to bring in the paper. Daphne would you get it? My leg's just aching and throbbing.