[After the doorbell rings, Frasier opens the door to Daphne, who struggles to drag Eddie into the apartment]
Daphne: Come on, Eddie. Come on.
Frasier: What's the matter?
Daphne: He was perfectly fine until a block from here. Then he started whining and trembling, like he senses an earthquake or a dark force or - Hello, Lilith - a vortex of evil.

Lilith: I was talking to a friend that works at the New York Times Magazine about raising a child after divorce and she pointed out that as a psychiatrist, I might have a unique perspective.
Frederick: You know, since it's about me, shouldn't I get something for it?
Lilith: You're not getting a minibike.
Frederick: But Mom!
Lilith: We have talked about this. You can get one when you are fifteen.
Frederick: But all my friends have minibikes.
Lilith: Yes, and if all of your friends decided to enter a Level Four biohazard area without their environmental containment suits, would you do that, too?

Lilith: Did you wash your hands, Frederick?
Frederick: Yeah. Uncle Niles even showed me how to open the door with my elbow so I don't need to touch the handle.
Niles: What are uncles for?