Frasier: Oh, Niles, what are you doing here?
Niles: Well, I've got a crisis. Tomorrow's Mel's birthday and I'm planning a very romantic evening but my Gaggenau is on the fritz.
Martin: Oh, jeez, I don't need to hear this.
Frasier: Dad. It's a stove.
Martin: I know. Six burners and a griddle. Don't you guys ever talk about cars?

Roz: Anyway, I was supposed to read "The Great Gatsby" last night but I couldn't get Alice to sleep. So could you give me a quick summary?
Frasier: Well, all right, er, it was a time known as the Jazz Age. Wall Street was booming, bootleg hooch was flowing and the young people were doing a new dance called the Charleston.
Roz: Where were you when I was trying to get Alice to sleep. Could you just get to it already?

Frasier: Listen, I'm sorry to uproot you like this.
Martin: Oh, it's all right. I'd rather clear the decks for a date than for one of your theme parties. Although I am kinda sorry I missed "An Evening With Moe Howard."
Frasier: That was Noel Coward.