[As Martin and Daphne play dominoes, the radio is tuned to KACL]
News Anchor: In local news, Congressman Robert Gill was accused of accepting bribes from a waste treatment facility. Asked to comment, the congressman said-
Frasier: Yes! Yes! I am a bad boy, aren't I? You dirty girl! Come to your bad boy! Oh, yes! Oh, no. Is that the on-air light?
Kate: Stop talking!
Frasier: You must've hit the switch with your elbow while we were-
Kate: Stop talking!
Frasier: Let's just try to get dressed while we-

Frasier: Why do we bother having a service elevator? I just rode up nineteen floors with two sweaty moving men munching on chili-dogs which they proceeded to drip onto my suede shoes. How will I ever get that stain out? [Eddie runs up and licks Frasier's shoes] Ah, yes. Dog saliva. Nature's miracle solvent.

Kate: Listen, I really have to go, but I would like to discuss this matter at the first possible opportunity.
Frasier: So would I.
Kate: Oh, oh, oh, I almost forgot. I need you two to fill in the eight-to-ten slot tonight. Floyd, the Happy Chef, is in rehab again.
Frasier: Ah.

Daphne: Speaking of romance, Dr. Crane. When I washed your shirt this morning, I couldn't help noticing lipstick in the oddest places. I take it negotiations went well last night?
Frasier: I'd rather not discuss it, thank you.
Martin: Why, is there a problem?
Frasier: I think things between me and Kate just went a little faster than I intended.
Daphne: I'll say. There were also four buttons missing, and teeth-marks in the shoulders!
Frasier: Thank you, Inspector Moon!

Roz: Are you sure?
Frasier: Sure!
Roz: I mean, I feel terrible leaving you here alone in the lurch. [grabbing her coat] We are a team, Frasier. You just say the word and I'll stay- Hey, hold that elevator!

Bulldog: Doc. I got one thing to say to you.
Frasier: Go ahead, take your best shot.
Bulldog: I am so proud of you, man.
Frasier: Well, doesn't that just put the cherry on the parfait.

Kate: Good afternoon, Dr Crane.
Frasier: Miss Costas.
Bulldog: Hey, hey, you're the boss. Make him tell who his playmate was.
Kate: Bulldog, this is really none of your business.
Bulldog: Oh, but we got a pool going. So far, hot money's on Roz.
Roz: What?! Oh, well, thank you, but I think I have a little more self-respect than to have a quickie with a co-worker on the air. What kind of slut do they think I am?

Frasier: I must say, I find that a, a bit harsh, all things considered.
Kate: Yes, I can see how you might feel that way. But the station does have certain standards and it is my job to enforce them. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to meet with one of last night's sponsors, The Wholesome Family Cookie Company.

Frasier: So who's moving out anyway?
Daphne: Deirdre Sauvage, the one who writes the romance novels.
Martin: Yeah, the lost Gabor sister's finally outta here.

Daphne: She's a very sweet person and I'm going to miss her.
Martin: Well, you're not the one she's always undressing with her eyes. She lured me into her apartment one time, supposedly to fix a lamp. Next thing I know, I got a drink in my hand and she's reading me a dirty poem about meadow walks.
Frasier: Well, I must admit she's never done that to me.
Martin: Yeah well, if she does, don't fake a charley horse to get outta there. She'll just try to rub it.