Frasier: Look, what is it about us? I mean, why all this friction between us? For my own part, your intolerable
smugness reminds me of my ex-wife. But, what is the source of your antipathy toward me? Was there some intimidating male figure in your childhood? A father? A, a priest? A department store Santa? Idon't know, I'm just spit-balling here!
Kate: I have an idea about the source of our antagonism.
Frasier: Good. Do let me hear it.
Kate: I'm a woman, I'm as smart as you, and I'm your boss.
Frasier: Coincidences, all!

Kate: Doc, I don't want to analyse your hang-ups. I already got a full-time job. Let's just get down to business, okay?
Frasier: Oh, very well. There's really very little to discuss. These people were promised a raise. They have fulfilled
their part of the bargain; it's time for you to honor yours. You have twenty-four hours.
Kate: Or?
Frasier: We walk, en masse. Including the on-air talent. I've seen to that myself.
Kate: You have.
Frasier: Mmm-hm.
Kate: Why are you gunning for me?
Frasier: Gunning? For you? This isn't about you, it's about what you're doing to those people. It's the shame of Seattle!
Kate: No, no; this is about your ego, which is the size of Seattle!

Kate: Every suggestion, every decision I've made has been met by this impenetrable wall of arrogance masquerading as righteousness.
Frasier: Oh, ho, ho. That's a desperate shot, attacking me because I have a social conscience!
Kate: No, what you have is a fat contract, and so do the rest of your cronies. So when it came time for staff raises, there was no more money left in the till!
Frasier: Oh, you are twisting things to make it look like it's my fault! Oh, it's true what they say: the devil comes disguised as a beautiful woman!
[Frasier and Kate stand up and square off over her desk]
Kate: There would've been raises if you hadn't taken all the money to pay for those Armani suits.
Frasier: Oh, oh, what about you? Let's not overlook that pricey little Fendi scarf you're wearing!
Kate: Well, what about this designer cologne on you?

Frasier: Our leader is Noel Shempsky?! The man has all the backbone of a paramecium!

Frasier: I'm sorry... I was being selfish, wasn't I? I, er, feel very ashamed. It is nevertheless, er, an outrage. Not a personal outrage but certainly a, a family of man outrage.

Frasier: Well I-I'm sorry, excuse me? I think your meeting can wait five minutes. Now they're a little upset about your memo. I think you should discuss it with them.
Kate: Dr Crane, I wrote the memo, I signed the memo, I posted the memo. If I had anything more to say, I would have put it... Anybody?
Noel: [puts up his hand] In the memo?
Kate: Bravo.

Frasier: Where are your ethics? Where's yourconscience?
Bulldog: Where's your john? I need to slap on some Canoe.

Martin: Hey, I'm with you people. To heck with the workers. Hey, you got yours.
Bulldog: Hey, damn right!
Martin: And chances are, after the station manager crushes the little people, she won't come after you big shots.
Bulldog: Right. Why would she?
Martin: Well, I mean supposing she's trying to save money, you're the big ticket items. After all this, well, she won't have to worry about the support staff backing you guys up, will she? Oh, but no, that's crazy.
Gil: You're not suggesting that Kate might be coming after our money next?
Martin: No, she wouldn't do that! She's a peach, right? Soft as a cream puff.
Frasier: And we all know no-one here is overpaid...

Noel: Dr Crane, I can see that you're concerned about my negotiating skills. But don't be, I have a secret weapon: I can faint at will. Check it out. [collapses to the floor]

Frasier: I was elected by the employees to present our demands to, to Kate.
Daphne: Oh well, that was a smart move! Did you give her a good tongue-lashing?
Frasier: In a manner of speaking, yes.