Roz: Gee, what a couple of Nerdlingers.
Frasier: Oh, and I suppose you were Miss Popular at High School?
Roz: I would say yes.
Frasier: I'm guessing that explains why, too.

Niles: Obviously the time has come for me to expand my practice, so I'm placing an ad in the Seattle "Style" magazine.
Frasier: An advertisement? Isn't that a bit commercial for a psychiatrist?
Niles: Said Dr. Pot to Dr. Kettle! Besides, a highly respected obstetrician on my floor did it and now his waiting room has more swollen bellies than a Buddhist temple. [laughs] I like that. I'm on my way to call it in, I just want to run it by you.
Frasier: All right. "Dr. Niles Crane, Jung specialist. Servicing individuals, couples, groups. Satisfaction guaranteed. Tell me where it hurts." Well, that's just excellent, Niles. All you're missing now is a very tasteful cartoon of you smiling brightly and holding a shrunken head.
Niles: Sorry, I didn't hear you. I was too distracted by your face going by on the side of a bus.

Niles: I had an abysmal day. Remember the ad I placed?
Frasier: Oh yes. "Dr. Niles Crane, Jung specialist," blah blah blah.
Niles: Yes. Well, they made a tiny little typo. See if you can find it.
Frasier: "Dr. Niles Crane, Hung specialist." Oh, my!
Niles: The rest they got perfectly. "Servicing individuals, couples, groups. Satisfaction guaranteed. Tell me where it hurts."