Niles: [v.o.] I can't believe this is happening. After all those misspent years of frustration and yearning, I finally find the fulfillment of my dreams only to have it snatched away. Look at her. She's so beautiful, so perfect. She deserves nothing but happiness. I hope, when I'm gone, she's able to make a life with someone else. After a suitable period of mourning, of course.
Daphne: Niles?
Niles: Yes, my love?
Daphne: When are you going to change the paper in the bottom of the bird cage, hmm? I've asked you three times already.
Niles: Soon as I get back.
Niles: [v.o.] Maybe when I'm gone, Her Majesty can muck out her own birdcage.

Frasier: Do you suppose that your Man Friday might be available on a Monday or a Tuesday?
Gil: You want to steal my Chung?
Frasier: No, no. Not steal him, just, just borrow him for a day or two a week until I can re-staff.
Gil: Oh, a dangerous notion, Frasier. You know how employees gossip about their benefactors.
Frasier: Well, I have nothing to hide.
Gil: Yes, but suppose while on your premises he lets something slip about me and Deb and our heart-shaped bed?
Frasier: I would refuse to believe him.

Roz: Who thought it'd be so hard to get to find someone to clean our house?
Frasier: Well, over the years Daphne's managed to scour her way into our hearts, so to speak. And I just don't want to hire someone who's only in it for the money.
Roz: So you want to find someone who's in it for the joy of cleaning?