Roz: Great party, Niles. I was a little surprised to get your last-minute invitation. You're not trying to set me up with anybody, are you?
Niles: Don't be ridiculous.
Roz: Good.
Niles: You're here because the caterer cancelled. Now, listen, I need you to open the wine, cut up some limes
and hang up this coat.
Roz: You actually think that I'm so hard-up for a night out that I'd spend an evening pushing drinks in "God's Waiting Room"?
Niles: Keep your voice down.
Frasier: Roz, please!
Roz: You're paying for the babysitter.

Roz: Listen, Jody, can I talk to you?
Jody: I'd love to bid more but I'm really at my limit.
Roz: I really want you to win this. I think we hit it off.
Jody: Oh, you too, huh? I thought I sensed a little spark between us, Roz.
Roz: A spark?
Jody: Maybe after the show we could get a drink or have some dinner?
Roz: Ah... [Roz sees Noel combing his hair] You like Italian?

Roz: You actually spoke to her? You didn't wimp out?
Frasier: You have never seen me so suave.
Roz: Some Valentine's Day. First my date bails on me and now I owe Daphne fifty bucks.

Martin: That's a blessing. Now we can enjoy our breakfast.
Roz: I doubt it. I was only allowed to make a cheese-free, mushroom-free, fat-free frittata, thanks to the girl in
the plastic bubble.

Roz: This is a bad idea. My hair's flat. Never have a good date when my hair is flat. If it's flat after, that's a good date.
Niles: Your hair is not flat, Roz. It's delightfully frizzy.

Roz: Hey, how's Daphne?
Niles: Actually, I just got back from visiting her at the spa. It wasn't easy, but she's already lost nine pounds and twelve ounces.
Roz: Wow, good for her. It's all about willpower. [a waiter hands Roz a plateful of brownies] Oh, thanks.
Niles: Um, I'm going back to the spa this coming weekend, if you need a ride...
Roz: Oh, these aren't for me. Alice's school is having a picnic and I'm bringing the goodies.
Niles: Yes, I see. Just don't get them sunburned. I'm sorry, it's just... aren't you a little overdressed for a picnic?
Roz: Well, there is this cute single dad named Greg. He's going through a divorce. His wife cheated on him. He's so nice, too. He deserves a woman he can trust. Do these look like I baked them?
Niles: Yes. Just as long as they don't taste like you baked them.

Martin: Well, I'm really looking forward to getting out of the house.
Roz: Well, I didn't want you to go before I had a chance to give you this. [hands him a small jewelry box]
Martin: Oh, you didn't have to do that. Oh, a tie pin. Oh, look at the little handcuffs.
Roz: Well, we don't want that tie to escape.

Frasier: Do you want to talk about it?
Roz: No, it's okay. It's just so weird. You go through life meeting people who are all the same, you know. And they just think you're the same, too. And then one day, you meet this guy, but he's not the same, because he actually sees that you're not the same. And he knows, because he's the same way.
Frasier: Roz, sounds to me like you're in love.
Roz: I can't be. I know this is shallow and I hate myself for it, but I can't be in love with a garbage man.
Frasier: Well, then, you need to move on and realize that you've learned something about yourself.
Roz: Great. I learned that I'm a snob.
Frasier: No, no. Just that you have certain standards that it may be difficult for others to live up to. You know, Roz, seems you and I are more alike than we thought.
Roz: Okay, now I'm really miserable.

Roz: I just know the two of you are going to hit it off.
Susanna: I thought you were always complaining he's such a tight-ass.
Roz: Not complaining, bragging, you know? That I work with someone whose got such a tight ass.

Roz: And when I think about this trip to Wisconsin, I just dread going without Roger. My family thinks I'm a total loser as it is. Now I'm just going to prove them right. "Roz is a failure at love." "Roz can't find a man."
Frasier: They don't really say that, do they?
Roz: Oh, you haven't met my perfect sister, Denise. I mean, I love her and everything, but she's a total bitch.