Niles: Everyone ready to go?
Martin: Nah, we're still waiting for his rent-a-goon.
Frasier: Apparently he's stuck in traffic.
Niles: Perhaps your admirer ran into him first and he's stuffed in some janitor's closet, his purple bloated tongue protruding above his freshly garroted neck.

Martin: Your bodyguard's name is Cindy? What's the matter, they were all out of "Tiffanys"?

Cindy: Hi, Tina. Bring the car around to the service entrance.
Frasier: Tina?
Martin: I guess Candy was busy.

Frasier: I was expecting someone big and wide. A Dominic, a Rocco, a Ruth, even.