[Bulldog hugs Roz]
Bulldog: Oh, you're going to make a good mother, Roz.
Roz: Thank you, Bulldog, that's sweet. ... Bulldog? ...Oh, get off me. You just wanted to hug me because my breasts are getting bigger.
Bulldog: No, I was just trying to get close enough to feel a little kick. [Roz kicks Bulldog and then throws the stuffed bear he just gave her at him]

Daphne: I just want to renew my passport. No, I'm a resident alien here from England. You know, the country that used to own you people!
Martin: She'll go right to the head of the line now!
Daphne: I can't wait two weeks. My friend Xena's flying down to meet her mum's ship Sunday. Don't you put me on hold again. I'll hang up, I mean it. [hangs up] I showed him.

Frasier: Well, it's official. My thousandth show is now an event.
Martin: What's going on?
Frasier: Oh, well, nothing short of a media circus with you-know-who in the center ring. They're planning a promotional blitzkrieg capped off by a public rally in my honor at the foot of the Space Needle.
Martin: Wow. That's great! You must be thrilled.
Frasier: Well, of course I'm flattered. I'm just a little bit embarrassed, Dad. I'd have been content with a pat on the back and an ice cream cake.

Frasier: Oh, I love this place. Here you can feel the pulse of the city. You know what I think when I see all these people here rustling about.
Niles: Low turnout over at Frasier Crane Day?

Frasier: Well, I'll just have to replace them, I'll look foolish otherwise.
Niles: Never in my life have I heard such caterwauling over a pair of shoes.
Frasier: I'll have you know, I spent a bundle on these shoes. They're "Joan and Davids."
Niles: You named them?
Frasier: Shut up!

Martin: Good afternoon. [stilted reading:] Twenty-three years ago, my son, Frasier, came to me and asked if I would put him through medical school. I agreed to pay for it but remarked "I should have my head examined." Frasier replied, "Give me eight years and I'll do it for you!" [crowd is silent] It was a hard eight years for Frasier but as someone once quipped, a good psychiatrist never shrinks from a challenge. [crowd groans] Oh, jeez.

Frasier: These shoes are killing me, they're like the work of a skilled Chinese foot binder.

Frasier: Niles, give me your phone, I'll have Roz send us a car.
Niles: My phone? What do you think the mugger was reaching into my breast pocket for? The only consolation is that he jabbed himself on my emergency sewing kit.

Niles: You cannot be serious, you want to rob that poor old man?
Frasier: We'll pay him back later.
Niles: Frasier, he's blind.
Frasier: I know. It's the first break we've had today.

Frasier: I can't go on any longer. My feet are killing me.
Niles: I think we lost them. Most of them dropped out after the first corner, but that short one with the pigtails was a regular gazelle.