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.

Frasier: For God's sake. This thing breaks like crockwork. [laughs] Crockwork, I'll tell you... Ah Frasier, once again you've suffered the tragedy of being clever, and alone.

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!