Frasier: Steve, I'm afraid we'll be taking these to go, thank you.
Julia: Oh, glad to hear it. Goodbye, Frasier. Goodbye, Emergency Frasier.
Niles: I don't like her.
Frasier: I don't like her cafe anymore. Let's go. Ah, thank you, Steve. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but I'm afraid my brother and I will not be the everyday stalwarts I predicted we'd be.
Steve: [flatly] Damn. Every time I open my heart.

Frasier: My name is Frasier. This is my brother Niles. We're thinking of making this our regular haunt.
Steve: [flatly] Way to go.
Frasier: We'll have two espressos, please. I'm sorry, and your name is?
Steve: Steve.
Frasier: Stephen. Outstanding.
Steve: Just Steve.
Frasier: Steve. I look forward to years of this sort of lively banter.

Maureen: Excuse me, is there a problem?
Frasier: Well, yes, as a matter of fact there is. This man is making it impossible for me to converse with my brother.
Maureen: I think he's great.
Frasier: Ah. I understand. You two are friends. Perhaps you used to "gig" together in your salad days. But, if you wish to alter the atmosphere of this cafe, I suggest you consult with the owner.
Maureen: I am the owner.
Frasier: Oh really. Well, I'm Frasier Crane. It's a pleasure.
Maureen: Maureen Nervosa.
Frasier: Really?