Frasier: Are you trying to get transferred?
Roz: Look, Dr. Crane, I got to be honest with you here. It's just that I-I think psychiatry is, just, sort of, kind of ... bull.
Frasier: Oh, well, this is a match made in heaven then, isn't it?!
Roz: Oh, don't be offended.
Frasier: "Don't be offended." Why should I be offended? In the last week, I've uprooted myself from my home of fifteen years, moved all the way across the country away from everything I care about, and plunged myself into a frightening new career. The first few nerve-wracking moments, I walk in here and find my producer lobbying to get herself transferred to another show. Abe Lincoln had a brighter future when he picked up his tickets at the box office!

Niles: Can you believe the incompetence of that man? I very clearly asked for a whisper of cinnamon, he's given me a full-throated shout! There are countries in this world where they would lop off his sprinkling hand! [Niles frantically scoops the surplus cinnamon out of his coffee]
Frasier: You know, I'd forgotten what a weird little person you are.

Frasier: Daphne, I was just thinking about our discussion earlier this afternoon, and I've decided to give you an extra week off. That way you can go to Manchester and Acapulco.
Daphne: Oh, that's so sweet. You really must think I should go home.
Frasier: Well, I've just realized that being part of a family is really worth the effort. And very often the effort means you'll need a week in Acapulco, so...
Daphne: Thank you, Dr. Crane.