Martin: You're really getting riled up.
Frasier: I certainly am.
Martin: Well, come on, they're just pranks. You know, back on the force, we used to do stuff like this all the time. We'd fill a guy's hat with shaving cream or nail his shoes to the floor. Sometimes we'd get a guy dead drunk and then leave him in a drawer in the morgue.

Daphne: You know, it's funny hearing you talk about "The Avengers." My first Halloween in America, I went to a party dressed as Mrs. Peel. Head-to-toe in that skintight black leather catsuit. Come to think of it, I still have it somewhere, and Halloween's coming up.
Martin: Catsuit, huh? [looking at Eddie] Better not let this guy hear you talking about that, he'll go nuts.
Niles: I would not! ...be surprised if he did. Ho-ho-ho.

Frasier: Roz, what are you doing here?
Roz: I am getting revenge, that's what. These guys are going down!
Frasier: Stop it, Roz.
Roz: Did you hear the disgusting, vile things they said about me?
Frasier: Just the part about us having sex.
Roz: Exactly!

Roz: Frasier, what shall we do? Slash their tires, should we crack their windshields?
Frasier: No, I was thinking of a more direct approach, Roz.
Roz: Oh, I'm down with that, too. Next commercial, I'll get the Chicken, you take the big guy.
Frasier: No, no, that's not it and you know it, Roz.
Roz: I knew you'd say that. Fine, I'll take the big guy.

Frasier: Listen to yourself, you're lusting for blood like a barbarian. I've a more civilized approach in mind. I have composed a speech.
Roz: A speech?
Frasier: Yes.
Roz: Well, unless you plan to roll it up and cram it down their throats, what good is that gonna do?

Kenny: We got dead air. Take over.
Frasier: Yes, right. [on air] Hello, Seattle. This is Dr. Frasier Crane, I'll be filling in for the last hour of the Morning Zoo with my own particular brand of zany antics. Well, let's see. Um. You know, there was a fabulous cartoon in the recent "New Yorker". Let me see if I can describe it for you.