Frasier: What's going on, anyway? My God, I've got an appointment in twenty minutes.
Bulldog: Ah, some weenie made a big stink so they've gotta clean the milk steamer every time they use it.
Frasier: Oh.
Bulldog: Is was you, wasn't it?
Frasier: Well, if requesting basic sanitary procedures makes me a weenie, then a weenie be I.

Frasier: Dad, not bad, either.
Martin: Yeah, thanks. Although I guess any guy looks good in a monkey suit.
Daphne: On the drive over I started musing about why they call it a monkey suit. I had quite a few theories on that one.
Martin: Oh, she sure did. [whispering to Frasier] Can I get a ride home with you?

Frasier: Oh, I've been driving around, thinking. I can't seem to get this Bulldog thing off my mind.
Martin: Well, don't worry about it. We all get obsessed sometimes. The important thing is to drop it before you start yakking on and on to someone who doesn't give a rat's ass.
Frasier: Is that your roundabout way of saying you don't want to discuss it?
Martin: You wanna take the direct route?