Daphne: I'm the one who ruined his treasured collection.
Martin: Oh, all his crap is treasured. But look, don't feel bad. I've broken lots of his stuff.
Daphne: I've never heard of you breaking anything.
Martin: That's because I know how to cover my tracks. Take a look at that fertility god statue over there. It used to be a lot more fertile, if you know what I mean.
Daphne: Oh, my God. This is a Tootsie Roll. That's brilliant.
Martin: Aw, that's nothing. Here, check out this vase. Two years ago, Eddie and me were horsing around and I knocked it over. It took me hours to glue it back together again.
Daphne: Why, you can't even tell. I had no idea you were so devious.
Martin: Come on, I'll show you how to make ginger ale look like fifty year-old brandy.

Frasier: Welcome back, Seattle. Thank you for joining us for this, our two thousandth show. Hard to believe, isn't it Roz?
Roz: No, that feels just about right.

Martin: Hey, there he is. Did you get your tape back?
Frasier: Actually, no, I didn't.
Daphne: What happened?
Frasier: Daphne, tonight, I saw an example of how an obsession can take over a man's life. I don't want to be that man. Therefore, I chose to leave it and render my collection imperfect. But that's all right. You see, I don't need things to be perfect. [Frasier walks across the room, but suddenly stops in his tracks] Hello? Something's amiss. [gasps] My double-handled amphora! All right, no one leaves!
[Frasier turns around to find Niles, Daphne and Martin have already fled the scene]