Niles: What's the point of going to Switzerland without spending a day on the slopes? So I ducked out of the conference and who should I run into, but Maris? She'd just flown in for her yearly goat placenta treatments.
Frasier: Good Lord, is it placenta treatment time again already?
Niles: We had a set-to on the slopes. She ran, I tried to follow her tracks in the snow, but alas, she made none.

Frasier: All you have to do is just sit here and talk about your life.
Martin: Life's got nothing to do with it. This is about me dying and you having something to look at after I'm dead. The whole thing gives me the creeps.
Frasier: I can't believe you're refusing to record your history, the story that only you, Martin Crane, can tell, because it gives you the creeps.
Martin: Okay, then, I'll tell you the real truth. My Indian heritage forbids it. I'm afraid your magic box will rob me of my spirit.

Niles: Oh, now serving one hundred and fifty-one.
Frasier: Good God. He's here to see Roz?
Niles: Yes, well, no doubt they met when Sealy Posturepedic named them Man and Woman of the Year.