Roz: Well, guess it's back to scraping up roadkill.
Frasier: Roz. Roz, surely you realize what happened today at the retirement home was an aberration.
Roz: Well, maybe so, but I wasn't comfortable being around old people to begin with and this certainly hasn't helped matters.
Frasier: Now Roz, listen. If you're ever going to conquer your fear of aging, you've got to get back down there and spend some time with these people. You'll learn that they're really vital human beings.
Roz: Well, I'm still not convinced.
Frasier: All right then, think of it this way. There's been a lot of fog on the interstate lately and the caribou are migrating.

Roz: "As the train whistle screamed, and we started out of the station, I lowered the window and said: 'I'll be back.' But somehow I knew I would never see her or Paris again. The end." That was a pretty good book, wasn't it Mr Gouldenstein? Mr Gouldenstein, you're feeling a little cold. Can I make you a nice hot cup of... Oh, my God!

Martin: Hey, Fras. Look at that, he's dancin'. He's practically doing a polka.
Frasier: Oh, good. That should up his price when I sell him to the carnival.

Frasier: Roz, you know this isn't your fault.
Roz: Maybe it is. I've never been good with plants or animals. Everything's always died on me.
Frasier: You have a cat. ... Oh, I'm so sorry.

Daphne: Roz, death is an occupational hazard of working with older people. Trust me. I've lost more patients than I'd like to count.
Martin: You've never said anything about that to me.
Daphne: Didn't I? [to Roz] Anyway, you just sit there, and I'll go make you a nice cup of tea.
Martin: Hey, wait. How many patients did you lose?
Daphne: Well, I don't know. I used to keep a tally in my diary, but it made me a bit sad.

Frasier: Now listen, Roz. There's no way that you can feel guilty about this. I mean, those men were going to die anyway. If anything, you gave them some much-welcomed companionship in their final moments.
Roz: It just seems so unfair. [Niles reenters the room] One minute he's lying in the bed, smiling and happy. Ten seconds later, it's over.
Niles: For heaven's sake, it happens to every man a couple of times in his life. Why can't you women take it as a compliment?

Roz: Look, I appreciate you coming down here with me, but I don't think I can make it.
Frasier: Roz, we have discussed this. This is going to be your breakthrough day.
Roz: They hate me here.
Frasier: You're just overreacting. There is no way they think you're the Angel of Death.
[Two residents turn the corner and see Roz. They make a hasty retreat with their zimmerframe and cane.]
Roz: I'm leaving.

Frasier: No. Roz, this is not like you. The Roz I know is not a quitter, she's a fighter.
Roz: I just can't help thinking it's going to happen again. They always die in threes.
Frasier: Oh, God, that's just celebrities. Come on.

Norman: I recognized your voice from the radio. I listen to your program all the time. Norman Webster.
Frasier: Well, uh, it's my pleasure.
Norman: Are you here visiting somebody?
Frasier: Oh, no, no. I'm just here with a friend of mine, Roz. She's here doing some community service.
Norman: Ah, the Angel of Death, nice gal.

Norman: You know, I remember one day, I was listening to your program, and it was right after my wife died and I was going through kind of a rough patch. You told this guy who was going through the same thing that he should keep pictures of his wife around to help with the transition. That was a good idea.
Frasier: So you started keeping pictures of her?
Norman: That wouldn't make much sense now, would it?
Frasier: Well, no. Well, what did you do?
Norman: Well, I remembered when we were dating, Helen made this life mask of herself for art class, and I had my daughter dig through the attic, and lo and behold, she found it. This is the way she looked when we met. Isn't she beautiful?
Frasier: Oh, yes.
Norman: So you were right. Every night, before I fall asleep, I run my fingers over Helen's beautiful face, and it takes me right back to all those wonderful years we had together. It made a world of difference. I want to thank you. You really helped me.
Frasier: You've no idea how nice it is to hear that.