Ronee: Yeah, I had a couple of shots at the big time, you know, sang in some swankier rooms, I even made an album, "Ronee Lawrence: Mood Swings". It sold about seven copies and that's when Ronee Lawrence had herself a real mood swing.

Martin: So, Ronee, I bet you really wow them at the Rendezvous.
Ronee: Well, you know, it's not exactly Carnegie Hall. Most of them are half in the bag and just trying not to spill their drinks. And I'm just talking about the cocktail waitresses.

Martin: Yesterday, I had a mild, very mild, cardiac event.
Ronee: A what?
Martin: I had a little heart attack.
Ronee: And that's it?
Martin: What do you mean, "that's it"? I had a heart attack, for God's sake!
Ronee: Well, no surgery, home the next day, that's a bee sting. Did they use the paddles?
Martin: No.
Ronee: Well, talk to me after they've used the paddles.
Martin: You had the paddles?
Ronee: All right, let's just say I didn't have the best lipo guy, okay?

Martin: She's visiting with her church group from Spokane.
Ronee: Yeah, and if she sees me like dressed this she'd know that I spent the night, and then she'd be carping about it the whole weekend.
Frasier: What, she doesn't approve of pre-marital sex?
Ronee: Judging by the diving bell she wore as a nightgown, she wasn't real big on post-marital sex either.

Martin: Boy, you look at these pictures, you can really see how far we've all come.
Ronee: Oh, I'll say, you were such an old sourpuss and [to Niles] you with the crypt keeper there, and [to Frasier] you... Well, God, you haven't changed a bit. You're even wearing the same jacket that you wore in this picture.
Frasier: Hardly the same, I've had it relined.

Daphne: Well, come on, Niles, we should be heading off to the baby show.
Niles: Oh, right.
Daphne: If we're lucky, we might get a lead on a nanny.
Martin: Oh, well you know, there are ads in the back of that Seattle Weekly.
Ronee: Just make sure you look in the right section. If she says she's got her own toys and is willing to spank, she may not be a nanny.

Niles: Oh, well, it's all terribly true.
Frasier: You look fantastic.
Ronee: Oh, well, it's a lot of work.
Frasier: Of course it is. You know, exercise, dieting and all...
Ronee: No, I've had a lot of work.
Frasier: Oh.
Ronee: Every time something sags, drags or bags, I get Dr. Goldman right on top of it. And then I call a plastic surgeon. [laughs]

Frasier: So, what have you been up to?
Ronee: I sing and play the piano down at the Wellington Hotel.
Frasier: Oh, great, great.
Ronee: Of course, I know what you do, mister big-time radio shrink.
Frasier: Oh, well, actually I'm getting back into private practice as well. In fact, we're here today picking out a couch for my new offices. I saw you checking out the Barcaloungers. Are you buying a chair for your husband?
Ronee: Only if it's wired for electricity. We're divorced.

Ronee: Hi, drinkers, I'm back. And no, no, you're not seeing double, for once. I have a guest with me tonight. Believe it or not, I used to baby-sit this guy. I know, I know, how does she stay so young?
Audience Members: Dr. Goldman!
Ronee: Aren't they adorable?

Martin: So Fras, tell everybody about that new antique you picked up today.
Frasier: Well, it's- it's a late Regency fruitwood mirror. Very valuable if it has the original glass, which mine does.
Martin: No.
Niles: What are the odds?
Martin: If you like mirrors, you should see the one Ronee's got in her dressing room. It's got lights all around the edges, and it has three settings.
Ronee: Yeah, daytime, nighttime, and... yikes.