Frasier: All right, Martin Crane. Why don't you tell us about your most significant relationship.
Niles: All righty. In 1952, I met a woman named Hester Palmer. And even thought she's been gone fourteen years, she was not only the greatest relationship in my life but also the greatest blessing. I miss her every day.
Martin: You're a good boy, Niles.
Daphne: Ah.
Roz: Oh.

Justin: Are you okay?
Frasier: Yes. I suppose I'm just having a bit of a temper tantrum, that's all.
Justin: Yeah, I get those too. [Frasier chuckles.] Well, I'm going home. See you later.
Frasier: Yup, see you later. Say, you know, maybe I'll go home too. If your brother doesn't give back your candy, you can always come trick-or-treating at my apartment. I got bags of the stuff. You can have all you want.
Justin: Really? Awesome.
Frasier: Apartment 1901.
Justin: 1901? You're the guy who eats brains.
Frasier: Now, come on. If I really ate brains, children would be disappearing from the building all the time. You haven't noticed anything like that, have you?
Justin: No.
Frasier: That's because I don't eat brains. Not human brains, anyway. A nice fresh order of calf's brains in a beurre noir sauce, now that would be... I don't eat brains.

Frasier: Daphne, don't you think that bowl is a little bit small for a whole night of trick-or-treaters?
Daphne: Oh, I don't think so. The children in the building are too scared to ring our bell.
Frasier: Why is that?
Daphne: They're afraid of "Old Man Crane."
Frasier: [chuckling] Poor Dad.
Daphne: It's not him, Dr. Crane. It's you.
Frasier: What? I'm Old Man Crane? Good Lord, I have tousled every young head in this building from the laundry room to the rooftop.
Daphne: Yeah, apparently that's how it started. They think you're feeling to see if their brains are ripe.
Frasier: How do you know all this?
Daphne: They have a whole rhyme about you. [singing] "Old Man Crane, Old Man Crane, Make him mad and he'll eat your brain."