Roz: Oh, let's get out of here.
Frasier: [to Bebe:] Well, nice doing business with you. Wink!
[As Frasier and Roz walk out of Bebe's reception]
Roz: Oh, Frasier, I forgot my purse.
Frasier: All right.
[Roz returns to Bebe's office]
Roz: Lunchtime tomorrow?
Bebe: 12:30, Benardi's.

Daphne: I should think having a lady friend would make you exercise more, not less. I don't mean to be indelicate, but a man in your condition who wants to enjoy certain, shall we say, indoor sports, should take steps to make sure that cranky old Mr. Hip doesn't, shall we say, let down the team, if you get my meaning?
Martin: Well, don't you worry about me. I may not be the rookie of the year any more but I can still move around the bases.
[Martin opens the door. Unexpectedly, Roz is there.]
Roz: Oh, hey, Martin.
Niles: Oh, look, a scout from the majors.

Roz: Anyway, they're auditioning people for her time slot and I'm going to go for it.
Frasier: What do you mean, your own show?
Daphne: Roz, that's exciting.
Niles: And what better way to celebrate an exciting new career move than spending this Sunday at a swanky society ball?
Frasier: Oh, drop it, Niles.

Frasier: Well, what kind of show did you have in mind?
Roz: I thought I'd talk about stuff I know. You know, the singles life in Seattle, dating, fashion, where to meet available men.
Niles: Well, if you're looking for an event which will be crawling with attractive single men, this particular gala-
Frasier: Niles!

Roz: And Daphne, I need at least one spicy call. Could you pretend to be a woman who doesn't believe in sex without love, but just feels so horny sometimes she wants to jump anything in pants?
Daphne: Well, I'll try. And while I'm at it, I'll see if I can fake a British accent.

Roz: Good afternoon, Seattle. I'm Roz Doyle and this is "Love Matters." Today we're chatting with merchant seaman Steve Baron, from Bellingham. Tell me, Steve, what do you look for in an ideal date?
Frasier: When my shipmates and I pull into port after several weeks at sea...
Roz: Cut! Sorry, Frasier, but you don't sound like a merchant seamen.
Frasier: Oh, gosh. Point well taken. Let's try again.
Roz: So, Steve, what do you look for in an ideal date?
Frasier: [pirate voice] When my shipmates and I pull into port after several weeks at sea, the first thing we do is...
Niles: [mimicking Frasier] ...head for the antique sale, arr!

Roz: This is pointless.
Frasier: No, Roz, you're doing just fine.
Roz: No, I was terrible. I wasn't helpful. I wasn't smart. I wasn't even sassy.
Frasier: Well. Well, perhaps not sassy but you were simply saucy, that borders on sassy.

Daphne: Hello, Mr. Crane. How was your romantic evening with Sherry?
Martin: Oh, it was fine. Hey, Daph', how about getting that exercise mat out, we'll do some stretches, huh?
Daphne: Can't right now. I'm helping Roz with her audition tape.
Martin: Well, how long's it going to take?
Daphne: What are you so eager for? Oh, I get the picture. Not too limber with Sherry this evening, were we? Two hips but no hooray?

Frasier: It takes a little time to get the hang of it at first. But I mean, you should have heard my audition tape. I was so inept it was incredible.
Roz: That's true.
Frasier: Oh. Oh, you mean, you heard it? All right, then you see that perseverance-
Roz: There was a bootleg floating around the station for months.
Frasier: Yes, well fine. So you get my point then.
Roz: People still play it at parties.
Frasier: Well, all right, Roz.

Frasier: Oh, my goodness, what a flock. Are these all yours?
Bebe: Yes. The minute I heard about the auditions I piled all my hottest new discoveries into the van.
Frasier: You brought them in a van?
Bebe: I call it my "Bebe Stars Of Tomorrow Tour."