Poppy: Hey, Frasier.
Frasier: Hello, Poppy.
Poppy: You should have your hearing checked. I've been yelling "wait up!" for the last four blocks.
Frasier: Well, I must be getting old.
Poppy: Like an old man can walk that fast. You were practically running the last block. Did I ever tell you about my uncle who ran everywhere? He ran to the store-

Frasier: Thank God you were here.
Roz: I know exactly how you feel. Last week, I ducked into a bathroom stall to get away from her and there were three other women already in there. Listen, I have a favor to ask. This friend of mine is running this charity dinner dance Friday night...
Frasier: Oh, Roz, say no more. What do they need? An autographed picture for their silent auction?
Roz: That would be a silent auction.
Frasier: Oh, very funny.

Niles: Well, nice to finally meet you, Poppy. There must be quite a story behind that name.
Poppy: Yes.
Niles: So... You're the new arts critic at the station, that must be interesting.
Poppy: Oh, yes.
Niles: Okay. Well if you don't feel like talking, I should be really running anyway.
Poppy:No, don't go. I am just amazed at how different you are from your brother. He's sort of intimidating, I get so flustered around him, I just start babbling. But you, you're different. You're very warm.
Niles: Thank you. So are you.
Poppy: Polite, not to mention stylish and charming, and incredibly handsome. Oh, my God. Am I babbling again?
Niles: If you were, I'd be too polite and charming to tell you. [laughs]

Martin: Well, I'd better be on my way, huh, just let you two talk. Oh, he's a wonderful listener. In fact, that's the motto on his very popular radio show, "I'm Listening."
Frasier: Yes, Dad, don't forget my sign off: "Goodbye!"

Frasier: Well, if it's deceit and chicanery he's after, I'll give him more than he can handle.
Daphne: Dr. Crane, before it gets to that level, wouldn't it make sense for you two just to have one open and honest conversation?
Frasier: Oh, honestly, Daphne, how you manage to oversimplify absolutely everything.

Roz: These shoes are killing me, I can't wait to sit down.
Frasier: Well, you're not going to sit there.
Roz: Why not?
Frasier: I'm expecting someone for coffee.
Roz: Well, Niles is small, we can share.
Frasier: It is not Niles. Will you stop saying that?

Roz: By the way, I still have four tickets left for that charity ball Friday night.
Frasier: I'm sorry, Roz. Thanks anyway.
Roz: Come on, it's for a good cause. They provide disaster relief.
Poppy: Hi, partners!
Frasier: How soon can they get here?

Poppy: Frasier, I was leaving the booth and I found this umbrella. I think it belongs to you.
Frasier: Yes, it's my emergency umbrella. I always leave it in the booth.
Poppy: Don't feel bad. I'm forgetful, too!

Poppy: This is the best kind of party. We get to dress up, have a wonderful time, and it's all for a good cause.
Niles: You know, it really is for an impressive organization. I've heard that within twenty-four hours of any worldwide disaster they can put together a ball.

Niles: Roz, you didn't tell me Frasier was going to be here.
Roz: Yeah, he bought the last two tickets.
Niles: After he knew I'd be here with Poppy. Obviously he wants to get a shot at her himself, he bought that woman along as his beard.
Roz: Do you think Frasier's interested in Poppy?
Niles: I shouldn't be surprised the subtle signs of attraction are lost on you. A woman to whom the gunning of a Harley engine is like a come-hither look.