Bank President: Mr. Crane, as the president of the bank, I want to assure you that it is not our policy to draw firearms on customers trying to make a deposit.
Martin: [wearily] It wasn't a deposit.
Bank President: Now, I'm sure that neither of us wants to turn this into a protracted legal battle, so if you would simply sign this non-disclosure agreement here, here, here, and here. Our attorneys have authorized me to compensate you for your troubles in the amount of $10,000, which can be credited to your account.
Martin: Ten grand?
Bank President: Plus the $40 from our original mistake.
Martin: Oh, what the hell, I just want to get it over with. [Signs the forms.]
Bank President: That's wonderful. Now, is there anything else I can do for you?
Daphne: Could I open an account?

Petyr: [strong Russian accent] You know, the reason for such high prices is the Russian mafia. They control this market.
Niles: The Russian mafia controls Robert's Gourmet Goodies?
Frasier: He means the caviar market, you ninny.

Niles: Frasier, look! Caviar.
Frasier: They haven't had any in ages. This is just what we need to make our soiree soignée. Whoa. Good heavens. It's $100 an ounce.
Niles: Well, it must be mis-marked. [to the owner, Robert] Excuse me. Is the Beluga really $100 an ounce?
Robert: [strong French accent] Yes.
Frasier: Well, isn't that rather a lot to pay?
Robert: To you, yes. To the fish who gave up her life so that you could spread her unborn children on a cracker, it's not so much.