Daphne: Well, stay calm, or you'll be on it forever.
Martin: How can I stay calm? I'm just sitting here expecting this thing to go off any second. I'm afraid to move. It's like I'm a prisoner. You know, that's just like doctors, isn't it? They're always finding some new way to torture you. Well, maybe I want my blood pressure to be high. Did they ever think of that? I mean, what... [the cuff beeps and starts to inflate] There it goes! You sneaky bastard!

Frasier: Dad, you know, here's a suggestion, if I may. Um... the next time you feel yourself getting annoyed, take a deep breath and then picture your anger as a red balloon drifting higher and higher above the clouds till it disappears.
Martin: And that'll get me back on nachos?

Daphne: Who was that?
Martin: Dr. Stewart.
Daphne: Are you all right?
Martin: I'm fine.
Daphne: I suppose you want me to put the game on, then.
Martin: Well, uh, actually, he said there was a bit of a foul-up with the computer and, uh, maybe I should wear it for a couple more hours.
Daphne: Well, that's too bad. Do you want me to rewind?
Martin: If you're going to keep talking.