Bulldog: Hey, you got nice feet!
Roz: Really? You don't think they're too big?
Bulldog: You kidding? I could get this whole thing in my mouth, easy.

Roz: You know, it's really nice of you to do all this for me. Kind of surreal, but nice.
Bulldog: Oh, I figure if I'm nice to you, maybe you'll be nice to me.
Roz: I knew it, I knew it! You come over here acting all sympathetic, but you're still the same old horny, low-class slimeball you've always been!
Bulldog: Hey, before you say something that ends up offending me-

Bulldog: Well, you don't have to answer right now, just take your time and think about it. But I gotta warn ya, when I set my mind on something, I get it. I once wanted to interview George Foreman. He said no, but I got him. I had to paint his toenails four times, but I got him!

Frasier: Ooh, Dad! New shoes? Do I hear cathedral bells?
Martin: [unenthusiastically] Ring-a-ding-ding!

Martin: Daphne and I have been out buying shoes. Oh, not that I don't appreciate the ones that you bought me, but I thought I'd save those for special occasions, when only tassels will do.

Roz: You're only going to get a little. There's a lot I want to do tonight, and I want you to keep up with me.
Bulldog: Yeah, well, uh... All I ask is that you give me a couple of twenty-minute breaks.

Roz: You hate the way I've decorated, don't you?
Frasier: No, no. Matter of fact, I admire your courage.

Frasier: Freud said that there are only two things we need to make us happy: work, and love.
Roz: Aw, thanks, Frasier. [opening the box] So you brought me work.
Frasier: Well, I thought answering some of the fan mail that had been piling up would give you something to do. And remember, this time, death threats don't get photos.

Roz: Daphne, that feels great. Whatever Frasier's paying you, it's not enough.
Daphne: Actually, I'll need a raise to get me to "not enough."

Frasier: Oh, Bruce and I are getting along splendidly.
Roz: Yeah, I heard Bruce. What happened, the cockatoo want too much money?