Martin: Roz, you know, if you really want to do a kid's book, you ought to write one about Eddie. I'd buy one about Eddie.
Roz: Thanks, but I already have an idea. Besides, if I were gonna use a dog, I'd probably use about my own.
Martin: Well, you wanna make your dog happy, or do you wanna sell books? Now I was thinking, Eddie joins the circus and he has all this clown makeup on and everything and juggles and stuff. And then you could do one where he invents this flying machine and has all these wacky adventures.
Roz: That's kinda cute. He could join a flock of geese or he could become the world's first dog traffic reporter.
Martin: Eddie would never do that. You really don't get Eddie, do you?

Frasier: I didn't mean to disturb your reading.
Roz: Actually, I'm doing a little research. I have a meeting with a publisher tomorrow. I'm thinking of writing my own children's book.
Frasier: Really?
Roz: Yeah, it's a story my mom made up for me when I was a little kid. I tell it to Alice all the time now, and I thought it would be such a kick if I could get it published.
Frasier: Good for you, Roz. You know, I dabbled in juvenile fiction myself. Yes, Niles and I when we were boys wrote a series of stories together in which we were the heroes. Along the lines of a "Hardy Boys" or a "Nancy Drew".
Roz: "The Nancy Boys"?

Daphne: Are you saying you don't think I'm psychic?
Niles: Not if you thought I loved your cooking!
Daphne: Well, I'm sorry it's not that hoity-toity crap you eat.
Niles: What does that mean? You, you think I'm pretentious?
Daphne: Ha, you'd eat a worm if I gave it a French name!