Julia: Nice towels, Frasier. You'd think a couple of old ladies lived here.
Frasier: Get out.
Julia: Excuse me?
Frasier: I said get out!
Julia: I'm sorry. Have you just lost your mind?
Frasier: No, that happened earlier when we slept together!
Julia: Are you breaking up with me?
Frasier: You're damn right I am!
Julia: I want my purse.
Frasier: And I, my hand towel!
Julia: I can't believe this. You're actually kicking me out?
Frasier: Do you want me to draw you a picture?
Julia: We'd be here all night!
Frasier: Get out!

Frasier: Isn't this fun? I'm having a good time.
Daphne: She certainly takes a lot of calls at dinnertime.
Frasier: You know, that's exactly the kind of flaw that the old Frasier would have seized upon as a pretext to end the relationship, but I- I know now that- that impulse to run is- is really an indication that my feelings for her are just deepening, and um... Gone are the days when I would have said something like, "How rude!", or "She's horrible. I've made a ghastly, ghastly mistake."

Martin: I'm excited for you, Daphne. Takes me back to when I had my kids. What are you hoping for, boy or girl?
Daphne: Oh, I don't know. Be sort of nice to have a boy.
[meanwhile:]
Frasier: Niles, just look at the edging on this.
Niles: Have you ever? Have you ever? And look, this is all hand-stitched.
Frasier: Mm-hmm.
Daphne: [to Martin] Or a girl. Either way.