Frasier: All right, just hold it. Nobody's canceling anything. For God's sake, the man just fell down a flight of stairs
today, he could hardly have been hurt worse stumbling in a carpeted hallway.
[The elevator door opens to reveal Rebecca, just as Frasier tries to lift Martin from the ground]
Frasier: Get up, ya big crybaby. No pain, no gain.
Martin: Oh, no, but it hurts!
Frasier: Oh, Dad, boo-hoo! I want you out of here! I don't care if you have to crawl like a bog turtle! ... Oh, Rebecca. I didn't see you standing there. Why don't you just step on over my father, help yourself to some wine?
Rebecca: What kind of a heartless bastard are you?
Frasier: Oh, no, Rebecca, you don't understand. It's not the way it looks. He's very resilient! He's been shot before!

Martin: [o.s] Niles, which wall should I hang my swordfish on?
Niles: None of them! I just had that room frescoed!

Roz: Maybe you two need to take a little break from each other? Have you ever thought about, I don't know, staying with Niles for a while?
Martin: Out of the frying pan into the fire, huh?
Roz: Well, think about it. Niles's place is so huge, and he's at work all the time.
Martin: That's true. And Maris is out of the picture now.
Roz: You know, I just thought of something. For a while there, your daughters-in-law were Maris and Lilith. Whoa, Happy Thanksgiving!