Roz: Oh, why am I doing this? How did I let you talk me into this?
Frasier: I will mean a lot to them. Besides, it's a chance to learn about your baby's lineage. A lot of things are inherited, you know. Like intelligence, artistic ability...
[doorbell]
Roz: Oh God, it's them. I've got to check my makeup.
Frasier: Roz, there's no need to panic. You know, this should be fun. It's like a little preview of who your child might be.

Steve: Oh, that's alright Roz, we don't blame you for being shocked.
Paula: I mean, we're used to it. You should see the looks we get.
Steve: You were a little taken aback yourself, weren't you, Dr. Crane?
Frasier: Oh-ho-ho, certainly not.
Paula: Oh, come on, it's all right. Everyone comments on it.
Frasier: Well, I must admit when I opened the door I-
Paula: Couldn't believe we were old enough to have a twenty year-old son.
Frasier: Exactly! You know, you both look so young. Don't they, Roz?

Daphne: I thought your guests might be a little peckish.
Frasier: Oh, Daphne Moon, Steve and Paula Garrett.
Daphne: Hello, I... I...
Frasier: I know. It's amazing, isn't it? They are actually the parents of a twenty year-old.
Daphne: Amazing.

Frasier: Oh, Niles. You're an hour early.
Niles: I'm sorry. Hey, Roz. [to Frasier] Yeah, I thought you might like to grab a bite to eat before the dog show. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you had... [they turn around] Had...
Frasier: Company, yes. Steve, Paula Garrett, this is my brother, Niles Crane. The Garretts are the grandparents-to-be of Roz's baby.

Martin: I'm home.
Frasier: Dad? What are you doing here?
Martin: Oh, Frisco was a bust. All our watering holes are gone, the steak house was a sushi bar, and this morning Duke and I went out for a walk. We passed City Hall, and there's this big crowd, kinda like a pep rally or something. So, we joined them. Well, some official guy up front says something that we didn't hear and the next thing you know, everybody's throwing rice and all the men are kissing each other and all the women are kissing each other, and I'm not sure but I think Duke and I may be married.

Steve: I-I'm sorry, did we startle you?
Martin: Oh, no, no... I-I didn't know we had company.
Frasier: Dad, Dad, this is Steve and Paula Garrett. They're Rick's parents, you remember Rick?

Roz: Oh, they're just on their way to Paris to visit Rick.
Martin: Oh, yeah? Well, that sounds like fun.
Paula: Yeah, I'm just a little nervous. I hear the Parisians can be kinda snooty.
[Martin joins Niles and Daphne in trying to stifle a laugh]
Daphne: Excuse me, I've got something in the oven.
Niles: [getting up] Let me help you.
Martin: Yeah. Me, too.

Frasier: Quiche Lorraine, anyone?
Steve: Quiche her? I hardly know her.
Paula: Oh, Steve!
Frasier: [polite laugh]
Steve: [puts his nose over it] Boy, that smells wonderful.
Paula: [with her nose over it] Does it ever.
Paula: Do you mind if I ask? Is this homemade or store-bought?
Steve: Honey, don't ask that! Pardon my wife, sometimes she gets a little nosey.
Paula: Me nosey? You're the nosey one in the family.
Steve: Anyone who knows you knows you're nosey.
Paula: Anyone who knows you knows you're nosier.
[Frasier attempts to hold back the laughter.]
Martin: Something wrong, Fras?
[Frasier walks to the kitchen]
Frasier: [laughing, returning: ] "Quiche her? I hardly know her!" I just got that!

Frasier: You know Roz, in spite of a rather shaky beginning, I think this evening's turned out rather well.
Roz: Oh yeah, and you were absolutely right, Frasier. Now I can see some of the qualities my baby can have. A great sense of humor, a sweet disposition, a nose like an ant-eater!

Daphne: Can I have it then?
Frasier: Oh, yes, of course. ... I'm sorry, it's just a piece of lint. Well, the search continues.