Frasier: Daphne, I know you're in hell right now, but in just about twenty minutes comes the disconnecting of the ventilator and the extubation. You can see it all in the diagram on page 24-C...
Daphne: He's not a diagram! He's my husband and he's on a table with his chest cut open! I'm sorry if I can't handle this as well as the rest of you, but I'm terrified!
Roz: Daphne, it's okay. Just calm down. You know when this is all over we're...
Daphne: There is no "when this is over"! There's no tomorrow, no next week, no next year! There's nothing until he comes out of there and I know he's okay!

Frasier: Hey, Niles, look what I found in the parking lot.
Roz: Hi, Niles. It's good to see you. How's he doing?
Daphne: The doctor says he's doing just great.
Roz: Well, he looks just great. [whispering to Daphne] Why is he so pale?
Niles: He's always this pale.

Frasier: Well, Niles, you've got quite an impressive array of flowers here. Oh, dear lord, who sent mums?
Niles: Those are from Jaime, our squash valet.
Frasier: Really? You know, when I had the flu, Jaime didn't send me so much as a card.
Niles: You didn't have the flu. You barely had the sniffles.
Frasier: I almost threw up. Who knows, mums might have been just the thing to cheer me up. I guess we'll never know now, will we?
Roz: I'm so sorry you have to go through all this, Niles.
Niles: Oh, I'm pretty used to him by now.