Emily: Frasier, these pieces are wonderful. You've exquisite taste.
Martin: Oh, he gets that from me. Yes, it was worth all the hours I dragged him around to the museums and the antiques shops teaching him about art and, you know... upholstery.
Edward: Were you in the arts?
Martin: Oh, well, actually, Ed-
Frasier: Dad was a cop.
Edward: Really? The, er, uniform and everything?
Martin: Yeah. In fact, uh, that's what happened to my hip. I took a bullet trying to break up a robbery. Yeah, I called for back-up but it never showed up.
Emily: [sighs] Because you were gay.
Martin: [takes her hand] Don't think I didn't wonder about that!

Helen: You know, if you like Verdi so much, I happen to have a spare ticket to "Aida" next week.
Martin: Oh, that sounds great. But, er, if it's a week from tonight, I'm busy, I'm sorry.
Helen: Actually, it's next Thursday.
Martin: Oh, Thursday? Oh, you know there's this thing at my... at my wine club.
Helen: That's all right, Martin. We just met. I shouldn't have asked.
Martin: No, no, no. Helen, it's got nothing to do with you. It's me. I'm afraid I've given you the wrong impression of myself. You see, the truth is, I'm...
Helen: Gay.
Martin: .... Uh, right, gay.
Helen: I thought you might be. How many straight men remember Renata Tebaldi?
Martin: [looks over at Frasier] Not many.
Helen: Well, I'm sorry if I was too forward. It's just that sometimes it's so hard to meet nice men.
Martin: Tell me.

Frasier: Daphne.
Edward: We've just been chatting with your delightful physical therapist, Marty.
Daphne: Oh, he's a charmer, this one. Now, aren't you glad you went to the opera? I keep telling him he should get out more, meet people. Most nights he just sits here alone watching the telly.
Emily: He's the exact same way. He'll watch anything.
Daphne: With him, it's mostly sports. Just give him a bunch of sweaty men chasing each other around the field and he-