Roz: Hey, that's rough. Leaving you for another man. Did you have any idea?
Lilith: No, none at all. Stan was a contractor we had hired to expand our master bedroom. It's ironic, isn't it? No sooner do I get the closet of my dreams than my husband comes out of it.

Niles: This is my worst nightmare.
Lilith: You have egg on your face.
Niles: That is an understatement!
Lilith: No, actual egg.

Frasier: Mmm, that bun looks good.
Niles: Now, now, remember your diet.
Frasier: Speaking of buns I could do without, Lilith is back.
Niles: Oh. I guess that explains why blood was pouring from all my faucets this morning.