Martin: God, she looks just like your mother.
Niles: I know, and Frasier doesn't see it.
Martin: You're kidding?
Niles: No, and he has the gall to tell me I'm blind. He's clearly the one dealing with repressed material, not to mention the obvious Oedipal issues.
Martin: Argle gargle, google goo.
Niles: What?
Martin: Now you know how it feels. What are you talking about?

Niles: Oh but. Dad, don't forgot to pack some sturdy knee socks. I should get some for myself. You remember the insect situation at the cabin.
Frasier: Good Lord, Niles, not this bug phobia of yours.
Niles: It's not a phobia. The mosquitoes up there are huge. My first summer I was chased off the end of the dock by one the size of a pelican.

Mia: I baked some fat-free goodies for your trip. Oh, where's the kitchen?
Frasier: Right this way.
Mia: And there's a ton of muffins if anybody wants one.
Niles: Oh, not for me, I have some problems with allergies.
Mia: Really? Well these are just wheat germ, oat bran and carob.
Niles: Oh, well, throw in a sea scallop, you can phone the paramedics right now.