Frasier: As it turns out, after I left the hospital some poor devil used my name to jump the line and he dropped dead of a heart attack. I must say, it does seem a bit strange having plunged all of Seattle, albeit temporarily, into so much grief.
Roz: I know I'll never forget where I was when I heard you had died. I was out on the street. There was this crowd watching a television through a department store window, and before I knew it, we were weeping and hugging each other.
Frasier: Very amusing, Roz!
Roz: And then it began to rain, and I had this feeling that all the angels were crying.
Frasier: Yes, all right, Roz!

Frasier: No, I'm serious, Daphne. I plan to go running just after I finish my obituary. [chuckles] You see, it's a self-actualizing exercise. You write your obituary the way you'd like it to appear - years from now, of course - and then it helps you to focus your goals. You see, here they are, all my hopes and dreams.
Daphne: These are dreams, all right. [laughs] "Dr. Crane came late to athletics, he became a fixture in the Seattle marathon, the America's Cup yacht race, as well as the Kentucky Derby." [laughs] A jockey at your size! You better start writing an obituary for the horse.

Frasier: Yes, hello, this is Dr. Frasier Crane here. I was just wondering, I filled out my paperwork about half an hour ago.
Receptionist: They'll call you. We're seeing people in order of importance.
Frasier: Oh, really? Well, I do have my own radio show.
Receptionist: The importance of the injury.
Frasier: Yes, of course.