Niles: Dad, I don't think this is a good idea. Where exactly is this stakeout?
Donny: It's at the Alcazar apartments. You know, in Belltown.
Niles: Belltown is sort of a sketchy neighborhood, wouldn't you say?
Martin: Oh, Niles, to you a sketchy neighborhood is when the cheese shop doesn't have valet parking.

Niles: I just see this sort of thing in my practice all the time. People make mistakes, and-and have affairs, and find some way to fix it. It's possible that by taking this picture, you're destroying any chance this man has.
Martin: Niles, the guy's a bum. He's probably always been a bum. Now, if you want to get into a debate about something, maybe you can tell me what those grass clippings were doing in the clam chowder.
Niles: That was lemon grass, and Chef Andre has gotten high kudos for that soup.
Martin: Well, if kudos are those brown chewy things, he can have 'em. I put mine in the ashtray.

Niles: How was Boston?
Frasier: Oh, it was fine. It was great seeing Freddie again. Of course, Lilith was insufferable. She's got a new boyfriend. Some twenty-eight year old named Marcel, he's a contortionist with the Cirque de Soleil.
Niles: She's dating French circus folk?
Frasier: Yes. Well, he's actually perfect for Lilith, he has no apparent spine and she can wrap him around her finger. Of course, Lilith's smug satisfaction was a little hard to bear, though. Especially considering how long it's been since the circus came to my town.