Frasier: Daphne, I know you're in hell right now, but in just about twenty minutes comes the disconnecting of the ventilator and the extubation. You can see it all in the diagram on page 24-C...
Daphne: He's not a diagram! He's my husband and he's on a table with his chest cut open! I'm sorry if I can't handle this as well as the rest of you, but I'm terrified!
Roz: Daphne, it's okay. Just calm down. You know when this is all over we're...
Daphne: There is no "when this is over"! There's no tomorrow, no next week, no next year! There's nothing until he comes out of there and I know he's okay!

Frasier: Hey, Niles, look what I found in the parking lot.
Roz: Hi, Niles. It's good to see you. How's he doing?
Daphne: The doctor says he's doing just great.
Roz: Well, he looks just great. [whispering to Daphne] Why is he so pale?
Niles: He's always this pale.

Frasier: Well, Niles, you've got quite an impressive array of flowers here. Oh, dear lord, who sent mums?
Niles: Those are from Jaime, our squash valet.
Frasier: Really? You know, when I had the flu, Jaime didn't send me so much as a card.
Niles: You didn't have the flu. You barely had the sniffles.
Frasier: I almost threw up. Who knows, mums might have been just the thing to cheer me up. I guess we'll never know now, will we?
Roz: I'm so sorry you have to go through all this, Niles.
Niles: Oh, I'm pretty used to him by now.

Niles: Boy, a hospital is an interesting place, isn't it?
Frasier: How so, Niles?
Niles: Oh, all roads lead to the hospital. We're born here, we get sick here, we get well here. All these big dramatic moments and the hospital just gobbles them up. Do you think a hospital has memories? I bet it does. I bet when I walked in, it thought "Oh, you again. You're the little boy who broke his leg in 1966. Hello, old friend." Wow, a talking hospital. That would be cool. When are these drugs going to kick in? I don't even know why I need surgery. This is the best I've felt in years.

Frasier: Well, I'll tell you one thing about that Dr. Schafer's people skills, I am not a fan.
Martin: Oh, will you leave it alone? You're being a big pain.
Frasier: Yes, well I happen to know a thing or... A thing or two about bypass surgery, he was totally condescending to me.
Martin: He was just trying to let you know who's in charge. I'm sure at the first sign of trouble, he'll run right out here to consult with you.

Niles: Oh, this one's from your mom. A kitten in a basket of yarn. [opens reads the card] "Dear Niles, I know we haven't always gotten along..." [checks the other side, but nothing] Wasn't that sweet of her?

Niles: Who knew all those years of fois gras and brie would finally catch up with me.
Daphne: You know, Frasier, you might want to get yourself checked out. You eat a lot of that stuff too.
Frasier: Yes, but I also drink a lot of red wine.

Frasier: Now, Niles, you'll be happy to know that your prognosis is excellent. I have done some research. I have detailed the procedures and made copies for each of you. Here we are. I also took the liberty of checking out your surgeon. A fine choice. True, he did have a few brushes with the law as an undergrad. And I think you all know how I feel about Tulane's medical school. But, on the bright side, he has been extensively published and his reputation is stellar. Now, if you'll all please turn to page seventeen in your handouts. You know, where is Dad?
Daphne: He stepped outside for some coffee.
Frasier: I specifically used layman's terms for his benefit.

Martin: What the hey. Still in bed? It's nine in the morning. Up and at 'em, lazy bones.
Dr. Ling: Hello, I'm your anesthesiologist, Doctor Ling. How are you feeling today?
Niles: Hello.
Martin: Ah, don't let this faker fool you. He's just trying to get out of work.

Daphne: [answering the hospital phone] Hello? Can I ask who's calling? Just a minute, please. It's Maris. Do you want me to make up an excuse?
Niles: No, that's okay, I'll talk to her. [on the phone] Hello? Well, yes, how'd you hear? Ah, Jaime is a bit of a gossip. Luckily they discovered the blockage before I had a major event. Well, thank you. That wasn't the nurse, that was my wife. Yes, Daphne. Uh, we were married a couple months ago. No, well, ah it's not really my fault you didn't know. Sounds to me like your argument is with Jaime. Well, if it makes you feel any better, we didn't invite anyone. [holding the headset away from his mouth] Dr. Ling? [whispers] Give me the drugs. [back to the phone] Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Well yes, of course we invited him, he's my brother. Uh, yes, William Sonoma and Tiffany's. [to Dr. Ling] Keep it coming.