Younger Martin: Well, here he is. Frasier, say hello to your new brother.
Young Frasier: I don't like him.

Martin: Remember when you were little and you convinced Niles that we were all figments of his imagination and the whole world was just in is mind?
Frasier: I told him we disappeared whenever he left the room.
Martin: Yeah, for months afterwards he was always darting into rooms to make sure we were still there. Scared the crap out of me. I was ready to kill you.

Martin: Hey, is that a Chunky in there?
Frasier: Looks like one.
Martin: Been a long time since I've seen one of those. What are they asking for it?
Frasier: Looks like it's eighty-five cents.
Martin: Oh. Does it only take the exact change?
Frasier: Looks like there's a dollar slot.
Martin: Oh, all I have is a ten. Will it take a ten?
Frasier: Why don't you get off your ass and look?
Roz: They usually just take singles.
Martin: Oh. Anybody have a single?
Frasier: How can you think about eating now?
Martin: What would you rather have me think about?
Roz: I'll get you some change.
Martin: Oh, thanks, Roz.

Roz: Excuse me... [reading her name tag] Colleen? Do you have any ones?
Colleen: I think so, let me check.
Roz: Thanks.
[flashback to:]
Roz: Excuse me.
Colleen: Can I help you?
Roz: Yes. There's something wrong with my baby. She has a little rash on her cheek. I looked in the book, and I don't think it's chicken pox. But it does look a little like scarlet fever.
Colleen: Is this your first child?
Roz: Yes, why?
Colleen: I think this is lipstick.
[present:]
Colleen: Will fives do?
Roz: No, I'm afraid I need ones.
[past:]
Roz: Oh, thank God. Oh, look at that. That's probably how it happened. Thank you... [reading her name tag] Colleen. I won't forget you.
[present:]
Colleen: I'm sorry. All I've got are fives.
Roz: Oh, thanks anyway.
Colleen: Do I know you?
Roz: I don't think so.
Colleen: Are you sure?
Roz: Trust me. I'm really good with faces.

Martin: What ya reading, Daph?
Daphne: I have no idea. I must have read the same paragraph ten times. I don't know how you're getting through this.
Martin: Well, it's not like the old days when heart surgery was a big thing. Nowadays, they do it so much, it's like going in for a hair cut. Read the paper and wait 'til he's done.
Daphne: But aren't you scared?

Daphne: Oh, no!
Frasier: What, Daph?
Daphne: I don't believe this. Excuse me.
Frasier: What?
Daphne: I was supposed to bring Niles's cell phone, in case any of his patients call so I can refer them to Doctor Wells. Now I'm going to be calling his stupid cell phone every two minutes to check his mailbox.
Frasier: Well, here, let's use my cell phone, all right? We can take turns calling.
Daphne: He asked me to do this one simple thing and I forgot. I'm such an idiot.
Frasier: Now, don't go beating yourself up. You didn't do anything wrong. Come on. I'll dial first.

Martin: Well, hello Chunky!
Frasier: I beg your pardon?
Martin: I got some change.
Frasier: Congratulations.

Martin: Hey, is that a Marathon Bar? Oh, geez, now I don't know what to get.
Frasier: You should go with your first instinct, Dad.
Martin: But I haven't had a Marathon Bar in years.
Frasier: All right, then get a Marathon Bar.
Martin: Come to think of it, I think they quit making Marathon Bars back in the '80s.
Frasier: Then you should get a Chunky.
Martin: Uh, although, I kinda want to get a Marathon Bar just to see what it looks like on the inside.
Frasier: All right, just get the Chunky!
Martin: All right.

Roz: What is going on?
Martin: We have a stuck Chunky.
Roz: Well, why did Chunky stick his arm in there?
Frasier: Oh, not me, the candy! I give up.

Roz: Don't worry Martin. I'll stop by tomorrow and get us some Godiva.
Martin: But I want my Chunky!
[Daphne walks over, brandishing a fire extinguisher]
Daphne: Excuse me.
[As Frasier and Martin step back, Daphne smashes the glass window of the vending machine]
Daphne: Chunky, was it?
[As Daphne walks away, she begins to cry. Roz rushes to console her]
Roz: Oh, Daphne, it's okay, it's okay. Everything's gonna be fine.