Frasier Quote #2822
Quote from Frasier in Wheels of Fortune
Blaine: You know, I could quote you chapter and verse all night to try to prove to you that I'm a changed man. But you know what? Instead, why don't you come see me in action on Sunday?
Niles: What do you mean?
Blaine: Come and hear me preach. Witness what God can do through me in all His splendor and all His glory in the Regency room down at the airport Ramada.
Daphne: I'd love to go.
Martin: I wouldn't mind checking that out.
Niles: Sure, why not?
Blaine: Bless you people, that's just great, thank you very much. The only problem is, the advertising was just a skosh more than I thought, and I came up a thousand dollars short on the hall rental-
Frasier: A-ha. The other shoe comes cascading from the sky. One thousand dollars, you say? Well, you're not getting it out of me, you born-again Bilko.
Frasier Quotes
‘Wheels of Fortune’ Quotes
Quote from Frasier
Frasier: Bravo, Blaine. This is the best one yet. But you forget with whom you're dealing. I've seen it all.
Daphne: Dr. Crane, the man is in a wheelchair.
Frasier: Which means that somewhere, someone is missing a wheelchair!
Quote from Frasier
Daphne: Hello, Crane residence. Thank you. That was the doorman. Mr. Sternin's on his way up.
Frasier: So much for living in a security building.
Daphne: Come on now, Dr. Crane, maybe he wants to make amends.
Frasier: Daphne, let me acquaint you with the curriculum vitae of Mr. Blaine Sternin, or "Brad Cunningham" as he's known in Maine, "Royce Thibideaux" in Louisiana, and "Santana De La Cruz," the pride of Albuquerque, New Mexico. This is a man who once made a living selling rare autographs, until it was discovered that Madame Curie and Sugar Ray Robinson had the same handwriting. And would you care to see the deed to my 50,000-acre kelp farm?
Quote from Niles
Blaine: So, Martin, I see you also park in the blue zone.
Martin: Yeah, when I can. But those spaces are always filled.
Blaine: Ah, yeah, well that's probably partly my fault. Boy, I sold a lot of fake handicapped plates in my time. Boy, talk about a butt-load of poetic justice, huh?
Niles: Yes, I believe that is the basic unit of poetic justice.