Ronee: Oh, you know, I'm gonna have to make this an early evening. I'm leaving in the morning to visit my mother. She moved last year to Spokane.
Frasier: I remember your mom. She used to chaperone our dances, right?
Ronee: Oh, yeah. She also taught Sunday school and led the church choir.
Frasier: It must have been a very windy day when the apple fell from that tree.

Frasier: You know, eleven years ago when he moved in here, I couldn't imagine a bigger infringement on my life. Now, I can't imagine my life without him.
Niles: It would be very hard to walk into this apartment and see that chair and know that Dad wasn't here anymore.
Frasier: Oh, I'd get rid of that chair immediately.

Niles: Oh, look at this. Dad was right. We're camping and we're having fun. Look how happy we are.
Frasier: No, the car's packed. We're leaving. God, what pains we were. Didn't want to get our hands dirty, didn't want to go fishing, didn't want to sleep on the ground. But he kept taking us, year after year, just so he could spend time with us.
Niles: And frighten us to death with stories of hook-armed slashers.
Frasier: You know, no matter how frightened I got, as soon as Dad started laughing again I knew that everything was safe. You know, I'm not ready to lose him, Niles.
Niles: Me neither. And I don't want my child to miss knowing him. Who else is going to teach him how to catch a football ball?