[As Martin storms off after Niles' drunken outburst]
Frasier: That's why I didn't dress as you, Dad!
Martin: You're a good son, Frasier.

Frasier: It doesn't take Freud to see what's going on here.
Niles: What are you talking about?
Frasier: Oh, your little ploy is working out brilliantly, isn't it? Not only have you stolen my thunder as host, you have also won the approval you so desperately crave from Dad.
Niles: This is not about craving approval. This is about honoring someone I respect and admire. The fact that you're threatened by it speaks volumes about your insecurity.
Frasier: Don't you turn this on me. I am perfectly comfortable in my relationship with Dad.
Niles: Then you should be glad that he's having fun. It rarely happens at your parties...or mine. So why don't we both take pride in that and just be happy for him? Or, as Dad would say: "Shut your big bazzoo and stop thinking so much!" Ha!

Daphne: Let's play "Scattergories!"
Roz: Oh, do you have one of those murder mystery games?
Frasier: So that's it, then? The party's over?
Martin: What are you talking about? We're just getting started.
Frasier: But you're not playing my game. This is chaos. We're just five people in costumes drinking.
Martin: Amen.

Martin: All right, stop it.
Niles: What?
Martin: I don't want to watch myself make out with Elton John.