Martin: And Claire, I just want you to know how glad we are that you're here. I don't remember Frasier being this happy in a long time.
Frasier: Out of swordfish, too?
Waiter: I'm sorry, sir. May I suggest the pepper steak?
Frasier: Steak? That's what we should eat at Belize's finest seafood restaurant? There's an ocean full of fresh fish not fifteen feet away, but why not try a slab of artery-clogging, hormone-injected, frozen red meat instead?

Frasier: Actually, I'm planning on asking her to go to Belize with me next weekend.
Niles: Oh, Belize-imo!
Frasier: You'd better Belize it!
Niles: Let's see what we can do with "Ecuador."
Frasier: Maybe later.

Niles: You know, Daphne and I are celebrating one year of being together.
Frasier: Niles, that's wonderful. Gosh. So, what do you have in store?
Niles: Oh, a weekend alone at my apartment. You see, we don't need beaches or sunsets, just a simple Victorian bathtub filled with champagne, us, and a non-slip mat.
Frasier: Romantic and yet prudent. Very good.
Niles: Thank you very much.