Martin: Wow, I never knew that.
Frasier: That's the point of this whole experiment, to tell one and other something we don't know about each other, something vulnerable. Now it's your turn.
Martin: OK. Well, about two months ago I was in the basement going through some old pictures of your mother and me. All of a sudden, something flew up in my eye. And when I was trying to get it out, I realized that I could turn my eyelid inside out, the way kids do at camp.
Frasier: That's it? You call that vulnerable?
Martin: It hurt!

Frasier: I'm not talking about that kind of pain. I'm talking about your emotions, your soul. Some sort of painful, gut-wrenching experience.
Martin: Other than this one?
Frasier: Oh, God. Always a flip answer.

Daphne: Oh! Good morning, Dr. Crane. Not a morning person, are we? Well, never you mind, I am. You can't very well be agood health care provider if you're not up with the cock. I've already taken your father for his morning constitutional. Such a remarkable man. Thirty years on the police force. I can understand why you'd want him to live here. Although not many sons would do that, not without getting paid for it. Anyway, coffee's made and I took the liberty of doing a shop. They don't serve much tripe in Seattle, do they?
Frasier: And you are?
Daphne: Daphne. Daphne Moon. I moved in yesterday. You hired me to take care of your father.

Frasier: Now my coffee.
Martin: The half-and-half's curdled and the garbage disposal's jammed.
Frasier: Oh, good morning to you too, Dad.
Martin: Morning was two hours ago. And close that barn door. We got a lady in the house now.

Frasier: Where's my paper? Who stole my paper? Mrs Everly, you old bat, I know it's you!
Daphne: Yoo-hoo! It's right here. We brought it in for you.
Frasier: Oh. Sorry. Sorry. Now, wait a minute, this- Where's the rubber band? This paper has been read.
Daphne: Don't worry, we won't tell you what's in it.

Daphne: I know this is a stressful time. And this is new for all of us, but I'm sure that soon we'll all be getting along swimmingly. Ooh. Six more weeks of winter, I see.
Frasier: Oh, dear God! [Frasier ties up his robe]

Frasier: Let me just get out of your way.
Bulldog: Oh, by the way, Doc. Doc, I heard what you said to that kid who fantasizes about killing his parents. You know what I would have told him? Sports. You go out there, break some heads. That'll turn him around.
Frasier: If only Jeffrey Dahmer had picked up a squash racket.

Roz: So, do you want to go across the street and have one of those expensive coffee drinks?
Frasier: Maybe some other time. Right now, I'd like to continue my quest for solitude. Go someplace where my father, Mary Poppins and the hound from hell can't find me.

Frasier: Not that I'm not delighted to see you, but I'm in the middle of a very exciting chapter.
Daphne: I understand. So why don't I pop into the kitchen and brew you a nice pot of tea?
Frasier: No, I've just poured a glass of wine.
Daphne: [looks at her watch] I see.

Niles: So, how's Father?
Frasier: Father? You mean the man who's driving me crazy. The man who makes me dread the very sight of my doorstep. The man who just drove me out of my own home.
Niles: And how's work?