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.

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!

Roz: Look, Niles pulled some strings and got Alice on a list for a really good preschool, so I thought I'd just get him a little thank you gift, which was why I was asking for your stupid opinion in the first place. Forget it.
Frasier: All right, fine.
Roz: I'll figure it out for myself.
Frasier: Have it your own way, that's fine. But I tell you what, don't get him a porcelain Pagliacci. He already has one.