Frasier: I would like to close the show today with a truly inspirational tale. One year ago, a very successful friend of mine was struck by tragedy. Prognosis: not good. Hope: slim. But armed with only fortitude, this friend of mine fought back. I'm talking, of course, about the reopening of Seattle's finest restaurant, Chez Henri. Just goes to show you that a four-alarm fire is no match for five-star courage. This is Frasier Crane saying good day, and good mental health.
Roz: See you still don't have a table for opening night.
Frasier: And it's killing me!

Kenny: Okay, everyone, it's show time. The new station owner's on his way down. So look alive. Watch what you
say, watch what you don't say. Don't say too much, don't say too little. [wiping his brow] What the hell's this thermostat set at, anyway?

Todd: Hey, Fras, I just need to know the name of the chick who made our couch.
Frasier: Oh, right. It's a reproduction of the one Coco Chanel had in her Paris atelier. [Todd exhales] But why?
Todd: The writer from Architectural Digest wants to know.
Frasier: Architectural Digest?
Todd: They're doing a huge cover story on my apartment. And I have you to thank for it, buddy. Well, I got to go, the photographer's waiting. Later.
[Frasier closes the door. His body shakes as he struggles to turn around. His mouth is agape in shock. He finally starts moving, scouring the apartment for anywhere to rest.]
Frasier: I need to sit down!
[Martin vacates his chair, but Frasier can't bring himself to sit there. He heads for the bathroom and sits down on the toilet.]