Daphne: Don't anyone go out in this weather. I am so soaked, my dress is pasted right on me. It's a good thing
I had this coat in the trunk.
Niles: Yes, that was lucky. Let me take it for you.
Daphne: No, it's all right. I'll keep it on for the moment, thanks.

Daphne: Here you are, Dr. Crane, I stopped off at the Trianon Day Spa and picked up your papaya exfoliant and your neck cream pour L'Homme.
Frasier: Thank you, Daphne. I wouldn't have sent you out in this weather if it weren't an emergency.

Frasier: Oh, Roz, you got my message.
Roz: Yeah, you said you had good news. What's up?
Frasier: More important, what's down?
Roz: Oh, fun. Wordplay.
Frasier: No, no, the ratings are out for KACL's first six months of all-salsa radio.
Roz: And they were lousy?
Frasier: They aspire to lousy.

Martin: And what are you smirking at?
Frasier: Oh, I'm just musing about the timeless moments that bind a father to a son. Game of catch, trip to a fishing hole, shared rain forest mud facial.

Roz: You know that lady from the temp agency who's always saying I have a bad attitude?
Frasier: Yes.
Roz: I can't wait to tell that bean-counting fathead where she can put her time sheet.

Roz: So I guess they'll be looking for a new format.
Frasier: Better yet, an old format.
Roz: What, you think they're gonna bring us back?
Frasier: That's the scuttlebutt on the street.
Roz: Oh, this is great. Aren't you thrilled?
Frasier: I'd be shouting it from the rooftops if I weren't saving my instrument.

Bulldog: Hey, guys, you won't... [sees Colette] Whoa! Any more like you at home?
Colette: No.
Bulldog: Good, we'll have privacy. Short drip.
Colette: Ah. Colette.

Bulldog: This is so great. We're all back together again.
Frasier: Hey, Noel. Good to see you. What you been up to?
Noel: Well, actually, I never left. Yo hablo Espanol. [to a passing woman] Adios, Maria.