Daphne: Thank you, Dr. Crane. Shame on you, Dr. Crane. Why can't you be more like Dr. Crane?

Niles: Frasier, don't be angry with me but I do have one theory.
Frasier: Yes, Niles, I was wondering when you'd get around to that. So, just allow me. I was so ashamed of my chickening out at the rally that I grabbed at the first fight that came my way. Of course, it turned out to be the wrong fight and I needlessly lost my job. So, if you follow that theory through to the end, this heady feeling of euphoria I'm experiencing right now is frankly nothing more than a deep-seated denial.
Niles: So, have you considered it?
Frasier: Not for a second!

Frasier: What has happened to me, Niles? I used to be so courageous. To fight for things. When did I become
so middle-aged? So timid?
Niles: Don't be so hard on yourself, it's part of life. We all get a bit more cautious as we get older.
Frasier: Not me. God, it was only five years ago I packed up my whole life in Boston, moved across the country to start over. That took real courage. Now, ha-ha, the biggest risk I take is saying to Dad, "Hey, let's go out to dinner, you pick the restaurant".

Bulldog: Hi, I'm Bulldog Briscoe.
Gil: And I'm Gil Chesterton. When Bulldog and I are out on the town together...
Bulldog: Whether it's opening night at the opera...
Gil: Or rooting our Mariners to victory...
Bulldog: We always round of the evening in the same way: With a nice relaxing cup of "Happy Dreams" tea.
Gil: Mmmm.
Bulldog: We're making some right now. How many lumps do you like, Gil?
Gil: One, please. [Bulldog hits two wooden blocks together] Ouch! Gets me every time.
Bulldog: "Happy Dreams" tea, one cup, you'll have happy dreams the whole night through. [after finishing] Yes, perfect. One take.
Gil: Well, my ouch could be a bit more convincing.
[Bulldog presses record and slaps Gil around the back of the head]
Bulldog: We'll splice that in later.

Roz: Oh, yeah, I know that place. I used to have a boyfriend who liked to make out in the occult section.

Frasier: Frankly, I'm terribly upset about this. You know, I think we'll go down there and join that rally.
Roz: Good for you, Frasier.
Frasier: I refuse to stand idly by whilst some fat cat bully rides roughshod over the little people.
Daphne: I don't want to go to a rally.
Frasier: Oh, tough luck. You're the chauffeur.

Daphne: This is actually rather exciting. I must say, I never thought you to be the protest type.
Frasier: Oh, on the contrary, Daphne. I was quite the activist in my college days. You know, there's nothing like throwing your feel as bad to scruffy young rebels thumbing their noses at convention.
Daphne: So, did you go into the whole package then? Long hair, bell bottoms, beads?
Frasier: Oh, heavens no. Though I did have a pair of psychedelic suspenders that raised an eyebrow or two.

Frasier: Hello, Niles.
Niles: Frasier, I hope you're free tonight. I just secured a table at the most exclusive new restaurant in Seattle.
Frasier: I'm sorry. I'm just not in the mood.
Niles: At least hear me out. This place is the hottest new thing in fusion cuisine.
Frasier: What cuisines are being fused?
Niles: Polynesian and Scandanavian. It's called "Mahalo Valhalla."
Frasier: Well, perhaps there's a reason why God put those two countries so far apart.
Niles: I had my doubts, too. But my gourmet newsletter gave three-and-a-half whisks to their coconut herring.

Frasier: It's just that she was down at that rally for "Hirsh & Sons" book store. The worst part of it is that I convinced her to go and when they started hauling people away, I chickened out and ran.
Niles: You left her there?
Frasier: It was a thoroughly shameful performance. Although, I did clear that private hedge in front of Emerson's funeral home like a Kentucky show horse.

Frasier: Daphne! Daphne, it's so good to have you home safe and sound.
Daphne: Sod off!
Martin: She's a little mad at you.
Frasier: Yes, thank you, Dad.