Daphne: I feel just terrible. The one precious thing that anyone has ever bought me in my whole stinking life, and I lose it.
Niles: Daphne, I found it.
Daphne: Oh, Dr. Crane, I could kiss you.
Niles: Okay.

[After examining the baby photo of Rick:]
Roz: Oh, my God!
Frasier: Oh, come on, Roz. It can't be that bad, let me have a look.
Roz: No, no way, no. I'll never hear the end of it.
Frasier: Please.
Niles: Where is the end of it?

Daphne: Oh, Roz, you're not still looking at that picture, are you?
Roz: Nope, this is a different one.
Daphne: Oh dear. Look at the way the ears on this poor little girl stick out.
Roz: It's me. Aged nine, the year before I got them fixed.
Daphne: Well, sorry, Roz, I didn't recognize you with those glasses. Why is one side blacked out?
Roz: I had a lazy eye. I got that fixed the next year. Let's just say for birthdays I wasn't asking for ponies.
Daphne: You poor thing.
Roz: I'm just sitting here thinking, what if my kid gets Rick's nose, and my ears and eyes? Throw in my grandfather's third nipple, I might as well pitch a tent and charge admission.

Roz: Ooh, I just felt a big kick.
Daphne: You sure it wasn't a sneeze?
Roz: Ha, ha ha!
Daphne: That's the last one, I promise.