Martin: Frasier, what happened?
Frasier: What happened? I went six months without replacing my pollen filter in my car, so it was in the shop. Couldn't get a cab, so I took the bus home, which splashed me. And I fell down, missed my stop, and had to walk home ten blocks in this downpour.
Niles: You went six months without changing your pollen filter?

Roz: Rule number one: always stand in back of the curb until the bus has come to a complete stop. Now take your money and put it right in here.
Frasier: Yes, thank you, Roz, but I am not completely lacking in street smarts. [to the driver] Good day, busman. The northwest corner of Highland and 1st, please.
Driver: That's not a stop.
Frasier: I know. [takes out a dollar bill] Perhaps if I just shove a little encouragement into this box-
Roz: Come on!

Frasier: My goodness. Who would have thought that such a rare butterfly could exist in this tin cocoon?
Roz: Hey, for your information, plenty of refined, sophisticated women ride the bus every... Open your eyes, nimrod! That was my stop!