Roz: Do you want your messages?
Frasier: Oh, listen, Roz, just hang on to them. I think I'll stay in here in here for a while. Today more than most, I feel an overwhelming need for solitude. I've got a fascinating book here, a comfortable chair and a soundproof booth.
Bulldog: Hiya, Doc. How they hanging?
Frasier: Bulldog, why are you here?
Bulldog: We lost transmitter link power in Studio C. I gotta do my show from here. [Bangs cymbal, blows whistle]

Bulldog: Hey, where the hell's my Lasorda tape? This is total- Oh, got it.

Roz: [on the phone] Gary? I broke up with him three weeks ago. The sex was OK, but he was kind of limited.
Frasier: Maybe-
Roz: No, no. [on the phone] It wasn't that Gary was bad in bed. I mean, he knew where all the parts were. Unfortunately, most of them were his. Yes, totally passionless. It was like he was thinking of someone else. I know I was.

Bulldog: Hey, sweetcakes, you seen my engineer?
Roz: I think someone's talking to you, Frasier.

Frasier: [Hums Bizet's "March Of The Toreadors"] # Toreador, don't spit on the floor # Use the cuspidor-a What do you think it's for-a? #

Daphne: Ah, Dr. Crane, you're home. We just got back from your father's physical therapy.
Frasier: Oh, glory be. Oh, happy day.

Martin: What are you reading?
Frasier: Oh, Dad, you wouldn't find it very interesting.
Martin: I might. Any good?
Frasier: Well, I haven't formed an opinion yet. Oddly enough, I'm having a little trouble getting into it.

Frasier: Dad, listen. I don't want to offend. But if you wouldn't mind, could you just let me read my book?
Martin: No problem.
Frasier: What are you doing?
Martin: I'm leaving you alone.
Frasier: Well, it's very annoying!
Martin: Oh, what's your problem? You've been sucking a lemon all week.
Frasier: All right. All right. I'll tell you what my problem is. I can't get a moment's peace alone in my own home!
Martin: Well, forgive me. When you invited me to move in, I didn't realize I had to stay chained to the radiator in my room.
Frasier: Perhaps only evenings.

Frasier: Hey! Hey! Hey, I don't have to sit here and listen to that!
Martin: Well, if you want everything so perfect, why don't you go and live in a bubble?
Frasier: Oh, well. Oh, right now it sounds very inviting. [Frasier storms out]
Martin: Finally a little peace and quiet around here.

Frasier: I'm sorry, Niles. It's just I've been trying to read this book and it seems no matter where I light, I get interrupted.
Niles: Oh. "The Holotropic Mind" by Stanislav Grof. I love his conclusion that a change in breathing patterns can induce alternate states of consciousness.
Frasier: Great. Now you've ruined the ending.
Niles: I'm sorry. That was inconsiderate.