Lilith: Thank you Frasier, I needed that. I treated myself to a little shopping this afternoon. Probably just a pathetic attempt to compensate for the battering my ego's taken recently. It's pretty transparent, huh?
Frasier: No, but if you stand in the light maybe...

Frasier: Oh, Lilith, that dress is stunning.
Niles: Frasier, may I see you in the kitchen?
Frasier: No.
Lilith: It's from a new Couture line called "Encore!"
Frasier: Oh, well, bravo! I can almost feel the curtain rising!

Frasier: Niles, I need your help resisting Lilith.
Niles: All right, all right. Let me think, let me think. I think I have the answer. When you feel yourself yielding to her, summon an image so repellent you will be incapable of any sexual desire. Remember the summer we were at Uncle Henry's farm, we found that dead horse lying in the hot sun crawling with maggots?
Frasier: Yes. Yes, of course.
Niles: Hold onto that picture. You can ride that horse to safety.
Frasier: Thank you, Niles. I think that just might do the trick. When it comes to an ugly image, you can't beat a dead horse.
Niles: All right. Feel up to facing her again?
Frasier: Yes. Let her bat her eyes all she wants to, she can push her breasts up to Canada, I won't budge.

Waiter: Good morning ma'am, good morning sir. I have Eggs Benedict and Eggs Florentine.
Lilith: Did you bring ketchup?
Waiter: Uh, no. Sorry, let me get that for you right now.
Niles: Ketchup on Eggs Florentine?
Waiter: Oh. Your, uh, first breakfast together?
Lilith: Just get it.

Lilith: Hello, Frasier. What are you doing here?
Frasier: Surrendering, Lilith. I'm yours.
Lilith: Oh, no...
Frasier: Oh please, don't punish me for playing hard to get last night. It took everything I had to resist you.
Lilith: Oh, this isn't right...
Frasier: Oh, who cares? Can you honestly tell me that when you were lying in your bed last night you weren't thinking about me?
Lilith: Yes.

[Lilith returns from the bathroom to find Frasier has dressed down to a robe]
Lilith: My God.
Frasier: My Goddess!

Frasier: Well, this is a little embarrassing. My ex-wife, we're sort of reconnecting.
Waiter: Yes sir, that's, uh, wonderful.
Frasier: You never know, it might just work out this time.
Waiter: Okay.
Lilith: There you go. There's a generous, generous tip in there for you.

Frasier: Say, listen, while you're still here, why don't you send up an order of Eggs Benedict? There's no reason why she should eat alone.
Waiter: Okay.

[After a crashing sound, Frasier rushes into the bathroom]
Frasier: Niles!
Niles: Yes?
Frasier: My God!
Lilith: Frasier, I'm sorry, we didn't mean for this to happen...
Frasier: Oh, my God!
Niles: It was a mistake, a horrible, misguided mistake-
Frasier: Stop it, Niles! Stop it! Don't tell me how or why, I've just got to get out of here!

[Frasier returns to Lilith's hotel room]
Niles: I knew you couldn't stay mad at us.
Frasier: I'm in a bathrobe, you jackass!