Frasier: And so it seems I have dated every woman in Seattle. The well is dry. The cupboard is bare. There are no more fish in the sea. Meanwhile, my dad is engaged, my brother is expecting his first child, while I am left to spin aimlessly on the dating hamster wheel.
Charlotte: You like your metaphors, don't you?

Frasier: So does your old boss toast you every year when he celebrates his anniversary?
Charlotte: Actually, he's a she now, and my friend's kind of bitter. But I got the hang of it after that. Well, until I lost the business and came here and moved in with my crazy-ass mother.
Frasier: For what it's worth, it will get easier living with her.
Charlotte: [laughs] Is that your professional opinion?
Frasier: Actually, it's a personal one. My dad lives with me.
Charlotte: No.
Frasier: Mmm. 11 years.
Charlotte: Yikes.
Frasier: Yeah, yeah. It does take a while to adjust to each other before you're perfectly in sync.
Charlotte: How long did that take?
Frasier: I'll let you know.

Daphne: I've seen enough.
Harvest: Wait, wait. You'll see how Cindy pushes through the pain.
Daphne: I'm not pushing through anything. I'm having my baby the way God intended: in a hospital, numb from the waist down. Now, take your incense and your woo-woo stick and get out. [closes door] And you, stop acting pregnant. You're a man, for God's sakes.