Martin: Eddie's vet told me to get a gecko. It's a cricket-predator. You know, like you get lady-bugs to eat aphids, if somebody would let me grow tomatoes on the terrace.
Frasier: Dad, I told you, it's a condo board regulation: no fruiting plants.
Martin: Whatever. Anyway, just give me a half-an-hour and I'll have that pesky cricket out of the kitchen and inside this gecko.
Frasier: I see. So we set a lizard loose to catch the cricket?
Martin: Mmm-hmm.
Frasier: Then what? We get an owl to eat the gecko? Then we get a tiger to eat the owl? What eats the tiger, Dad? Tell me that!
Martin: An alligator, for one, smart guy.

Niles: Oh, Daphne, I have to take the roast out of the oven. I need the recipe for the glaze. Could you get it? It's in my briefcase; in the "Burnt Sienna" colored folder.
Daphne: No problem. [looks to Martin]
Martin: Brown. But don't tell anyone I know that.

Daphne: So, how was your trip, Mr. Crane?
Martin: Oh, the hunting was awful. I didn't bag a damned thing. Duke and I sat there for two days just waiting for something to happen. It's like when Frasier took me to see Nicholas Nickleby. Thank God this time I had a gun!