Frasier: As your colleague, I do not deserve to be treated this way.
Julia: Oh, no. We are hardly "colleagues." I deliver the news and you're a... Magic Eight Ball with a Harvard degree.
Frasier: I will not be belittled by a half-educated, money-grubbing parvenu!
Julia: As opposed to some foreign-speaking windbag?
Frasier: That makes you an insecure fraud!
Julia: You are a pompous blowhard!
Frasier: Harridan!
Julia: Know-it-all!
Frasier: Shrew!
Julia: Snob!
Frasier: [lightly grasping her arms] Are you as turned on as I am?
Julia: What? No! Ugh! [casting off his hands] Did you just come on to me?
Frasier: What? No. No. I thought... I thought that you...
Julia: Oh! How could you think I was turned on? What, are you sick?

Gil: Um, I'd like to say something.
Van: Okay, go ahead, Gil.
Gil: From the bottom of my heart, I apologize for my wandering eye over the years. Those whom I mentally undressed - and you know who you are - all I can say, and it's a poor defense, is that I was a product of the thoughtless machismo of my times.
Van: Thank you, Gil.
Gil: But know this, Gil isn't about to stop loving the ladies.
Van: Thank you, Gil. I think they like to be called "women" now.
Gil: Huh. Do they ever!

Roz: Ten seconds.
Julia: Thanks. [taking a sip] Mmm. You call this coffee?
Roz: Most of it.