Daphne: Roz told me all about it. It's no big deal. Accidents happen even when you're being careful. I had one myself a few years back.
Frasier: Oh, Daphne, really?
Daphne: Yeah. It was one of those real wham-bam numbers. He was drunk and I wasn't paying attention. I called and called, but never got a penny out of him.
Frasier: I had no idea.
Daphne: Oh, it's not so bad. For goodness' sake, back in Manchester, what with all those drunken louts out and about, it must have happened to me at least a dozen times.
Frasier: Really? I had no- Really?

Bulldog: Hey, tell your brother I'm coming to his charity thing tonight. I just found the perfect costume.
Frasier: And as what literary character will you be attending?
Bulldog: Waldo! [Frasier looks at him blankly] From "Where's Waldo?" He's in, like, sixteen books! You call yourself well-read.

Niles: Your boorish behavior is simply appalling. I can no longer hold my tongue.
Frasier: Replace "tongue" with "liquor," and I'll believe you. You're drunk, Niles.
Niles: Drunk like a fox! I know about the baby.
Frasier: You do?
Niles: Yes.
Frasier: Who told you?
Niles: I heard it from Daphne's own lips.
Frasier: Daphne. That blabbermouth. I'll wring her neck.
Niles: Listen to yourself. Have you no conscience?
Frasier: Niles, you're getting awfully exercised about this.
Niles: We're talking about a single woman with a baby. What do you intend to do about it?
Frasier: Well, I suppose I could give her a raise.
Niles: That's your idea of responsibility? Give her a raise?
Frasier: Well, what do you want me to do, marry her? Let's look at something here, buddy, she's the one that got pregnant! [noticing Roz next to them] Hello, Roz.
Roz: Beat it, Niles!