Martin: Hey, Fras, how was your dinner?
Frasier: Not since Quasimodo strolled the streets of medieval Paris have so many people uttered the phrase, "That poor man."

Niles: I met someone once flying home from college. I got bumped into first class, found myself sitting there next to a positively ravishing woman. She was a bit older and I was trying desperately to be suave, so when she leaned over and suggested we join the Mile High Club, rather than admit I was unfamiliar with the term, I whispered back, "I really don't travel enough to make that worthwhile." God, that was twenty years ago. Nope, still can't laugh about it.

Laura: I was always an odd kid. All my girlfriends had posters of David Cassidy. I had Pablo Casals.
Frasier: I had Sigmund Freud.
Laura: But did you kiss him every night before you went to bed?
Frasier: Well, I- I was tempted to, but he just would've read too much into it.