Niles: Frasier, are you all right?
Frasier: I was fine before you screamed. What the hell's wrong with you?
Niles: Well, Daphne said you were depressed and here you are with your head in the oven.
Frasier: I was cleaning it, Niles. It's electric. If I was going to end my life I'd choose something quicker than broiling.

Daphne: Am I glad you're home.
Martin: What's wrong?
Daphne: It's Dr. Crane. Ever since he came back from his job interview he's seemed awfully depressed. In fact, he's as bad as I've ever seen him.
Niles: Oh, I guess it didn't go well.
Daphne: I gather not. He mumbled something about it being worse than the Dresden premiere of Schumann's Second Symphony.
Niles: And you left him alone?! [running] Frasier!
Daphne: He's in the kitchen.
[finding Frasier with his head in the oven:]
Niles: Oh, my God!

Frasier: My high-school reunion is tonight. You know my history.
Niles: Oh, not this folderol again.
Frasier: It's not folderol.
Niles: It's folderol.
Frasier: It is not folderol at all. For God's sake, Niles, every time my reunion comes around, it coincides with a severe downturn in my life. Five years ago, Lilith divorced me. Five years before that, I was left at the altar. Five years before that, I fell face first into the poison ivy. And here we are, right on schedule, I'm freshly fired.
Niles: I still don't know why you even went that poison ivy year.