Niles: I'll have a grande half-caf latte, with a whisper of cinnamon. And for my father, plain coffee. I cannot emphasize the word "plain" enough. No foam, no cinnamon, no exotic flavors. If it is not plain, I take no responsibility for the consequences.
Waitress: How about a biscotti?
Niles: All right. But when you bring it, call it a cookie.

Waitress: Here we are. One latte, one coffee, and one "cookie."
Martin: I think they call this thing a biscotti.
Niles: No need to talk down to the man. Off you go!

Roz: Damn it, Frasier! Don't worry, you're not going to get a ticket. You're a celebrity, use a little juice.
Frasier: Oh, I refuse to do anything of the sort.
Roz: Well, enjoy traffic school.
Frasier: Good evening, officer. I'm Dr. Frasier Crane. If there's a problem, I'm listening.
Maureen: You were going 62 in a 40-mile zone. [shines her flashlight at Roz, half-dressed, in the back] Well, this is interesting. Usually both people are in the backseat.
Frasier: It's not what you think. See, we were just coming back from KACL, where I do my radio show.
Maureen: Uh-huh.
Frasier: You see, we ran a little late, because I was on with a very troubled caller, with a very complex psychological problem... on my radio show.
Maureen: Hey, wait a minute. You're Dr. Frasier Crane.
Frasier: Drat! My cover is blown.
Maureen: I love your show. I listen to it all the time.
Frasier: Oh well, thank you very much It's always nice to-
Maureen: License and registration, please.
Frasier: Be arrested by a fan.