Martin: Well, I said I'd replace it, didn't I? And here it is, I hope you're happy.
Frasier: "With pasteurized, processed, cheese-flavored snack food." Dear God, it looks like someone melted down a highway cone.

Roz: Pizza smells good.
Martin: Well, have some. It's called a Dirty Dozen. Twelve delicious toppings, and not one of them duck.
Frasier: This from the gourmet who dumped my Cornish Yarg cheese down the disposal.
Martin: It was covered with mold!
Frasier: It was supposed to be!

Daphne: Hello.
Frasier: Oh, hi. How was the honeymoon?
Daphne: Oh, Tahiti was absolute paradise. Except for poor Niles getting sunburned.
Frasier: Oh dear, Niles. You look like you've crawled out of a bisque.
Niles: And you look like someone who doesn't want his Paul Gauguin souvenir oven mitt.