Martin: Wow, you got a nickname down there already. That's great. The Coyote?
Niles: Yes.
Frasier: And how did you earn that honorific?
Niles: Oh, it was quite the merry road. Yes. It evolved from Niles to Nilesy to Niley to Nile E. Coyote and now simply "The Coyote."
[the group of men from the Shangri-La howl]
Niles: Oh, well, just when I thought it couldn't be refined any further.

Frasier: Go ahead, Sophie, I'm listening.
Sophie: "Hi, Dr. Crane. My husband's having some of his friends over to watch the game Sunday, and I think it'd be nice if some of my girlfriends could come over, too."
Frasier: Sounds reasonable.
Sophie: "Exactly. I mean, it's just football."
Larry: "Not football, Einstein. It's the Super Bowl."
Frasier: Ah, that would be your doting husband now.
Sophie: "Larry, this is a private conversation. And for God's sake, use a plate."
Frasier: Sophie, why don't you put your husband on the line?
Sophie: "Pick up."
Larry: "Ah, geez. Hello."
Frasier: Larry, I gotta tell you, I'm afraid I side with your wife on this one.
Larry: "That just proves you don't know the first thing about football."
Frasier: What I do or do not know about football has...
Larry: "Okay, how's this: My wife's friends can come over if you can answer even one little football question. Like..."
Frasier: Now, I don't see that that's in any...
Larry: "You're down by six. You're on your own. Forty-three seconds left. What do you do?"
Frasier: Well, all right, you would...
[Roz helps Frasier out by holding up two telephone receivers]
Frasier: You would take your receivers, [Roz sets them together] and line them up, [she pretends to throw] and then throw a pass. [big throwing gesture] A long, long pass.
Larry: "Yeah, and what's the name for that?"
[Roz gets down on her knees, does the mark of the cross on her face, puts her hands together and looks to the heavens]
Frasier: A Hail Mary. Sophie and Larry, I hope you enjoy the game. In the meanwhile, this is Coach Crane saying, I'm listening.

Frasier: Ah, well, we're both gonna be fine. I was just thinking, though, if we wanna play it safe, we could make one of those, uh, pacts.
Roz: Oh, oh. You mean, like in forty years, if neither one of us finds anyone...
Frasier: Yeah, exactly, we'll marry each other.
Roz: I was gonna say kill each other.
Frasier: Well, six of one.