Ferguson: Will it be breakfast en suite today, sir?
Frasier: No, I believe I'll join the rest of the household.
Ferguson: Very good, sir.
Frasier: Thank you, Ferguson. Ah. You spoil me. Keep it up.

Martin: Where's Lord Weirdo?
Frasier: Dad, his name is Ferguson.

Daphne: You heard, didn't you? [Ferguson hands her a handkerchief] No, I don't need that. I mean, I know he loves me... and it took him seven years to tell me. His ex-wife walked all over him, and now Mel's doing the same thing. What, is it going to take another seven years before he stands up for himself, or for us?
Ferguson: Why do you suppose he hasn't?
Daphne: I don't know. For the first time I'm beginning to wonder if... If maybe there are too many differences. Maybe he feels he has too much to lose. Oh God, Ferguson, maybe you were right.
[Ferguson lays out the handkerchief across his shoulder just as Daphne turns to him and starts to cry]

Frasier: Oh, Niles, what are you doing here?
Niles: Frasier, don't panic, I'm not crashing your party. I'm here to pick up Daphne. We're going to the mall.
Frasier: Really? Well, no chance of running into Mel there.
Niles: It should be a night to remember. We're going someplace called "the Limited."

Daphne: I'm not sure if I'm up to going out tonight. I really hate all this sneaking around.
Niles: It's not sneaking around. We're going to be out in public, at the Tacoma Mall. But the most important thing is, we'll be together.
Daphne: All right, I suppose that really is what matters.
Niles: All right, now tell me again, what are we going to eat?
Daphne: Curly fries!
Niles: Ooh.

Ferguson: Good evening, and welcome to the home of Dr. Frasier-
Frasier: Oh, save it. It's just Roz.

Frasier: What are you doing here?
Roz: Um, your gift-wrapping came in.
Frasier: I thought I just ordered a few rolls.
Roz: You were more generous than you thought.

Diane: Frasier, isn't that the colonel's old butler?
Frasier: Yes, Ferguson. My sense of duty compelled me to take him in after the colonel passed.
Mr. Murchie: Yes, we felt the same sense of duty toward his art collection.
Frasier: Oh, that's very droll.

Frasier: All right, Ferguson, we got some fences to mend with the board. What do we send and to whom do we send it?
Ferguson: Actually, sir, I regret to inform you that I must tender my resignation.
Frasier: Please, don't be upset that things didn't go so well this evening. I'll make it up to you. Send yourself something.
Ferguson: Thank you, sir, but it's not you. It was your brother and Miss Moon. His willingness to break social rank has inspired me. And there's a certain Lady Westerfield whose acquaintance I'd like to renew.
Frasier: Ah. True love and all that. Well, good luck, Ferguson.