Frasier: She's staying. Turns out they're sleeping together but not having sex. See, they can't have sex because of an injury Joe suffered when kicked by a spooked sheep during an air raid while his family was vacationing in the Falkland Islands during the war.

Frasier: Oh, Niles, why do you even care about those people? In your hour of need they pretend you don't even exist. They treat you like you're a leper, a non-person.
Niles: But I really, really like them. I know, I know. It makes me sound pathetic. But I'm newly separated. These people have been my social circle for ten years. Frasier, they're my tribe.
Frasier: Well, I hate to break this to you, "Waltzes With Snobs," but ... they have left you on the mountaintop to die.

Frasier: Guess who? Daphne, um, I don't want you entertaining here but I also don't want you to move out.
Daphne: Oh, I see. So you want me to stay, but just not have a personal life?
Frasier: Well...
Daphne: No, no, no. That works out fine for me. I'll just spend all day waiting on you and your father, then in the evenings retire to me room, wrap meself in an Afghan and wait for the morning. And if my whimpering gets too loud for you, you can just have me fixed like Eddie.