Daphne: This is wonderful. Well, as wonderful as the tragic ripping apart of two lovers once bound in a sacred union can be. Oh, it's brilliant, Dr. Crane.

Frasier: Oh, Daphne, as long as you're doing the laundry, let me throw in my gym towel.
Daphne: All right.
Frasier: You know, if you've got a couple of extra minutes, I can also give you these squash togs.
Daphne: Oh, let's save some of the fun for tomorrow.

Frasier: That's odd, I don't remember anyone touching our bags except the valet and Jaime, the squash porter.
Martin: Boy, you guys work up quite a sweat down there, don't you?

Frasier: Oh, my goodness, Niles, look at this. Cuff links. They're beautiful. There's a card in here. "I still think of you constantly. I was wrong to ever let you go. Do you believe in second chances?" It's unsigned.
Martin: Wrong to let you go. It sounds like it's from someone who dumped you.
Daphne: Well, that's no short list, now is it?

Frasier: Why so glum?
Roz: Why else? The weekend's starting again and I don't have a date.
Frasier: Oh.
Roz: Do you know how long it's been since... you know. I've probably forgotten how.
Frasier: Oh, no, Roz, I'm sure it will come back to you. It's just like riding a bicyclist... bicycle.

Martin: So, who do you think this stuff is from?
Frasier: Gosh, I haven't smoked her out, yet, but she certainly has exquisite taste. She doesn't have a bad eye for jewelry either.
Martin: He was like this last night. It was all I could do to keep my beer down.

Martin: What is it?
Niles: This card that came with the gift. Frasier must not have noticed it. "Missing you every moment, my dear sweet Niles." Do you realize what this means?
Martin: Well, yeah. You're the one with the secret admirer.
Niles: And a pretty nice watch, too.

Frasier: Well, that was fun. We had a little catching up to do, but it turns out she wasn't the woman sending the gifts.
Martin: Yeah, we know. The gifts are from Maris.
Frasier: Maris is my secret admirer?
Niles: No, she sent them to me. Schenkman dumped her and, and she wants me back.
Martin: How do you feel about this?
Frasier: Well, frankly, I feel a little injured. I thought I had a secret admirer. Well, no matter, I do have a date with Nancy, tonight. You know, it's our third date.

Frasier: Gosh, it just seems a little dangerous to me, confronting her when she's so vulnerable. Don't you agree, Dad?
Martin: Don't ask me, I'm just the ice cream man.

Frasier: Well, he certainly dashed out of here in a hurry. I suppose that's a good thing.
Martin: Yeah, he's not gonna back down.
Frasier: That, and he forgot these cuff links. I've got a date tonight.