Bank Officer: Can I help you?
Martin: Yes, uh, I had some trouble with one of your ATM's.
Bank Officer: Oh, I can't help you. I need a manager. [exits]
Daphne: [to Martin] I'm proud of you. Trust me, when this is over, you'll feel better.
Martin: You really think so?
Daphne: I'm sure of it.
Martin: Ah, maybe you're right. Maybe I will feel better. And if you're right about that karma stuff, I got a good thing coming to me.
Daphne: Uh-oh. How much money did you put in the meter?
Martin: Oh, son of a bitch!

Bree: Hi, Mr. Crane, I'm Bree, Todd's manager. I wanted to apologize for the trouble you had with our ATM. And make sure that you got your $40.
Martin: What? Uh, oh, no, no. You don't need to give anything to me. The machine accidentally gave me $60 instead of $20, so I need to give you $40.
Bree: So, you want to put this in your account?
Martin: No, no. I want you to take it, plus this $40, and put it back wherever it came from.
Bree: Well, I'm afraid I've already done the paperwork. Now, you'll have to speak with our branch manager, and he's out of town.
Martin: This is ridiculous.
Bree: I'm sorry. Although, there is one other possibility. Let me try something.
Martin: Thank you.
Bree: Don't mention it. [after dialing the phone:] Per-son-al.

Niles: We've made commitments to some very powerful people. If we disappoint them, there's no telling what they might do.
Petyr: They will break legs? Cut off thumbs?
Niles: Worse. There'll be gossip.

Niles: What are we going to do?
Frasier: All right, just give me a chance to think, Niles. Ah... What was the name of the boat...
Niles: H.M.S. Bounty!
Frasier: This isn't Trivial Pursuit. Let me finish!

Frasier: Oh, hello. I'm Dr. Frasier Crane, and this is my brother, Dr. Niles Crane. Uh, we're interested in purchasing some Beluga caviar.
Vladimir: This is not a shop. I have nothing for sale.
Niles: See, let's go.
Frasier: No, no, no, Niles, Niles. This is how the game is played. Maybe he thinks we're Russian mafia.
Niles: Oh, yes, people make that mistake about us all the time.

Roz: So, boys, where's my cut?
Niles: What are you talking about?
Frasier: I promised her a cut. You see, I was so busy at work taking orders I needed her help.
Roz: You know what it's really good on? Scrambled eggs. And pizza. And potato skins!
Frasier: Yes, Roz, welcome to caviar.
Roz: At work, during the show, I'm just sitting there thinking, "Two hours to caviar. One hour to caviar." You don't have any on you do you?

Niles: Oh, uh, get a cart.
Frasier: Oh, could you get it, Niles, please? They're so small they make me feel like I'm some sort of fairy tale giant.
Niles: Hey, any thoughts about what to serve?
Frasier: Well, I thought we might serve a house-cured gravlax with creme fraiche and a sprig of dill.
Niles: Oh, in other words the usual.
Frasier: For your information, Niles, people happen to like it.
Niles: Yes, people like animated musicals.

Roz: [in a Russian accent] The Russian bear hunts by night!
Frasier: Very funny, Roz, come on.

Roz: I don't get what the big deal is about caviar. I had it once. It was nothing special.
Frasier: Well, Roz, a lot of things can affect caviar. Where did you have it?
Roz: On a mini-bagel at the Tucson Doubletree.

Martin: Hey, everybody. Check this out. just went to the ATM for $20, as you can see from this receipt, and it gave me $60. I won 40 bucks.
Niles: You mean the bank lost $40.
Martin: Uh, yeah, that big faceless bank that charges me $12 a month for my checking account lost $40.
Daphne: You know, you can't keep that. It's bad karma.
Martin: Sorry. This is America. A land built on the principle, "Finders Keepers."