Daphne: My brothers couldn't stand taking orders from me. I was forever telling them, "Billy, clean your room," "Reginald, get your elbow out of the gravy," "Nigel, take that thing back to the hospital, the whole house is full of flies!"

Roz: All right, all right, listen up everyone, I've been working the office grapevine, I've got the scoop on the new boss.
Gil: Is she going to fire me?
Bulldog: Hey, first things first! [to Roz] Is she baggable?
Roz: Forget it, Bulldog, she'd have you for breakfast.
Bulldog: Right, like I ever stick around that long.

Roz: Anyway, the word is that she's like this psycho perfectionist. Everyone at her last station was scared to death of her. She's kind of becoming my idol.

Kate: Listen, tell the movers I want the couch directly in front of the bookcase. [Frasier walks in.] Uh-huh. [to Frasier] Oh, have a seat. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yeah.
[Frasier sits on a chair in front of the desk]
Kate: [on the phone] No, not there! In front of the bookcase!
[Frasier gets up and carries the chair over towards the book case]
Kate: [on the phone] Now, look, I got somebody here. Could we move the furniture later? Could we do that?
[Frasier gets up and moves the chair back to its original location. As he arrives back at her desk, Kate hangs up and shakes his hand]
Kate: Dr. Frasier Crane. Kate Costas.

Kate: What do you two want?
Bulldog: Nothing.
Gil: Keep up the good work.

Roz: Frasier, I want you to flash forward to tonight. It's sometime after midnight. Dennis Abbott and I have just
had a glorious meal at Le Ralee. Dennis has just asked me back to his penthouse apartment to see his priceless collection of silk sheets. And I lean forward and whisper, "I can't. I have to go to work in an hour." What is wrong with this picture?!
Frasier: Well, for starters, you at Le Ralee. It's a two-week wait.
Roz: So is Dennis Abbott!