Niles: Well, fine, then. If you won't tell me, I'll just ask Daphne myself.
Frasier: Niles, wait. The truth is, Daphne's...
Martin: ...mother is dying.
Niles: Oh, dear God.
Frasier: Yes. Tragic, isn't it? You know, she's going to need all the support that we can give her.
[Daphne enters with tears in her eyes]
Daphne: Evening, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: Well, come on, Niles, we don't want to lose our table.
Daphne: [to Niles] Did you hear the news?
Niles: I just did. What can I say?
Daphne: Oh, I've thought about this day, ever since I was a little girl.
Niles: I'm sure you have.
Daphne: It's even better than I thought it would be. I can already picture the big day: beautiful flowers everywhere, a sea of smiling faces, and I suppose everyone will want to have their picture taken with the lady of the hour.

Frasier: Do you want to talk?
Niles: Er, no. Frasier, if you wouldn't mind I'm gonna cancel dinner. I need to be alone.
Frasier: Of course, Niles, but if you need me, call.
[Niles exits]
Martin: Oh, poor kid.
Frasier: Oh, he'll be all right, Dad. You know, Niles is a lot stronger than we give him credit for. [answering the phone] Hello? Hold the elevator, I'll be right there.
Martin: [answering the phone] Hang in there son, he's on his way.

Martin: Wow, that's weird.
Daphne: What?
Martin: I just had a vision myself.
Daphne: What is it?
Martin: It's a mystery woman. She's standing in the kitchen. She's making me a Monte Cristo sandwich.
Daphne: Oh, brother.
Martin: Oh no, it's just a grilled cheese.
Daphne: Make it yourself, you lazy old sod!