Frasier: [on the phone] Henri, you can't ban me from your bistro. It's my chez away from chez! Very well. Goodbye, Henri.

Mr. Moon: Niles, good news. Our feet are the same size.
Daphne: Daddy! I knew you'd come.
Mr. Moon: Hello, Stilts. Ah, give your old dad a kiss.
Daphne: Mum, look who's here, all the way from England!
Mr. Moon: Hello, Gert.
Gertrude: "Hello, Gert"? That's all you have to say for yourself? For forty years I've been a good wife to you, raising your children and boiling your meals, and letting you work off your animal lusts, and all I get for my trouble is a cheery "Hello, Gert"? Well, your fatal charm is not going to work this time, so you can just drag your sorry arse back to that barstool it normally sags over and leave me the hell alone! [cheerily] Thank you, Niles, that was a nice surprise.
Mr. Moon: You're right. She has mellowed.

Henri: We have some magnificent specials this evening.
Gertrude: Just so you know, Henry, I won't eat frogs, snails, slugs or eels. And don't try slippin' 'em under the
sauce. I'm on to you people.
Henri: I shall repeat this to the chef and I'm sure some other delightful surprise will find its way onto your plate.