Frasier: This is getting me nowhere! All right. I'll just have to go down there and confront her
myself. Find out if what she was feeling was actually genuine or she was simply being a conniving femme fatale!
Daphne: Oh, come on now, Dr Crane. It's not like men have never used sex to get what they want.
Frasier: How can we possibly use sex to get what we want? Sex is what we want!

Frasier: Niles.
Niles: Good evening, Frasier. You left your Mont Blanc in my car, so I... Oh. I see cocktails. Hors d'oeuvres. Mingling. If I were the suspicious type, I'd say you were throwing a party to which I was not invited.
[Martin walks over to Niles with a tray of sausages]
Martin: Feel like a wiener, Niles?
Niles: Indeed I do.

Martin: Hi, Marty Crane. You put on quite a show!
Gil: Oh, you've heard my little program?
Martin: No, I mean just coming through the door.

Gil: Oh! What a stunning apartment!
Frasier: Well...
Gil: The palette is pure, subtle elegance. The detailing... well,it's inspired! [examines a statuette] And the furnishings... [sees Martin's chair] Oh, dear. Is that a chair?
Frasier: That is my father's chair.
Gil: Oh. Well, this must be your father!

Frasier: Dad, that was brilliant, using reverse psychology. I guess living with me is rubbing off on you a little bit. Martin: Well, I guess it's only natural that environmental factors would influence personality development.
Frasier: All right, Dad.
Martin: Well, oh wait I, I hope I didn't hit some long-repressed Oedipal nerve.
Frasier: Very funny.
Martin: Because the last thing we want is for you to be sublimating your anger passive-aggressively.
Frasier: Oh, all right. Just stop it, you wise ass.
Martin: Ha-hey! Looks like I'm rubbing off on you, too!

Kate: I'm kinda surprised to see you here. This really isn't yourfight, is it?
Frasier: I am honored to have been chosen by my colleagues to speak for them.
Kate: Oh. That's a shame. I was kinda looking forward to seeing Shempsky faint.
Frasier: Well, we have a lot to do, so we may as well just get to it. [gazes at Kate] Is that a, a new hairdo? It's very fetching.
Kate: Oooh, is that a new tie? It just lights up your pretty face.

Frasier: Well, how about those pouty lips that must have cost you a fortune in collagen injections!
Kate: These lips are mine, you arrogant gasbag!
Frasier: You intractable despot!
Kate: Blowhard!
Frasier: Tyrant!
Kate: Ass!
Frasier: Shrew!
[They grab each other and start kissing]
Kate: [Kate pushes him away] Get out!
[Kate pulls him back and they resume kissing]
Kate: Now!

Daphne: I'm no stranger to that feeling meself. [goes to the couch] It can strike without warning. And you don't know who it will be! [sits on the armrest Why, you could be standing next to a person [gestures towards Niles] monthafter month, and then the next thing you know, you're tearing each other's clothes off. There's a word for it...
Niles: Hope.
Daphne: Hmmm?

Frasier: Do you suppose it's possible she's just using sex to sway me to her side?
Martin: Well, figure it out. Who made the first move? You or her?
Frasier: There was no first move. It was more like spontaneous sexual combustion.
Martin: There's always a first move. Think.
Frasier: All right. I was standing in front of her desk like so. She was facing me... Niles, you be Kate.
Niles: I will not.
Frasier: Look, just stand up!
Niles: I'm always the girl! In every prep school play I was the girl! Guinevere, Marian the Librarian, Ado Annie. Well, no more, I'm through with it! When do I get to be Shoeless Joe from Hannibal, Mo'?!

Frasier: Let's talk about the kiss.
Kate: Yeah. Let's.
Frasier: All right. Why did it happen? Some possibilities. Er, frustration; passion; the stress of the situation; manipulation.
Kate: Manipulation. That is interesting.
Frasier: What's interesting is that you focused on manipulation. Why?
Kate: Because there's a possibility of manipulation.
Frasier: So, you admit that you were manipulating me!
Kate: Me? I'm talking about you! How dare you think I'd do a thing like that!
Frasier: Well, it's not unheard of for a woman like you to use her feminine wiles to get what she wants.
Kate: Oh, very clever! What about you using your masculine wiles to get what you want?
Frasier: You think my wiles are masculine?