Ronee: I can give you a ride, Fras. I mean, it's just an old Caddy, so there's nothing fancy like butt warmers or seat belts.
Frasier: Fine. Let me just make sure my will is in order, and I'll be back in a minute.

Martin: That was really nice of your boss to give you the cabin. What made him do it?
Ronee: I put out.
Martin: That's my girl!

Ronee: Come on.
Frasier: Well, there's this woman I can't seem to get off of my mind. A woman with a boyfriend.
Ronee: Why don't you just get her drunk and see what happens?
Frasier: You are nothing like my mother.

Martin: Plus, I'm startin' out with one strike against me.
Ronee: Mother still remembers a night he drove me home after babysitting you and Niles, thirty years ago...
Martin: Forty years ago.
Ronee: I'm telling this story. I was all weepy because this guy had just dumped me, and your father put his arm around me, just to be nice. And Mom saw it and she thought he was trying to rob me of my virtue.
Frasier: Oh, that's crazy.
Ronee: I know, like there was anything left to rob.

Frasier: Excuse me, are you Ronee Lawrence?
Ronee: That's what it says on my driver's... Wait a second, Frasier? Oh, my God, it is you.
Frasier: It's good to see you. Niles and I were just...
Ronee: Niles! Oh, my God, little Nervous Niles? I can't believe it.

Ronee: How are you Mr. Crane?
Martin: It's Marty and I'm just great. Gee, you haven't changed a bit.
Ronee: Oh, yes I have. I can legally drink now. [to Frasier] Hint hint.

Maitre d': All we have is a table for four.
Ronee: We can all squeeze. This one's always on my lap after the second drink anyway.

Ronee: This is fun, you know this is the first time Marty and I have been our with another couple. ... And Frasier. It's fun being out with Frasier, too.

Ronee: [singing] Good morning, good morning, I'd like a bagel too, and schmear it, with cream cheese, thank you...

Ronee: You know what you need, Grumpy? A nice hot breakfast. Marty, why don't you get Grumpy here some breakfast?
Frasier: I don't want any breakfast, and please stop calling me that.
Ronee: [singing to the tune of John Denver's "Thank God, I'm a Country Boy"] Got me some ham, and some cakes on the griddle, whoo! Good God, he's a grumpy boy!