Martin: Deirdre hasn't finished moving yet. If she sees the light in here, she'll know I'm home! You can see your living room from her bedroom.
Frasier: Her bedroom?
Martin: She had me cornered in there yesterday. I don't mind telling you, I haven't been that scared since Korea.

Daphne: Hello, Dr Crane.
Frasier: Daphne. [the doorbell rings] I'm not here.
Daphne: Yes. Your father's not here either. It's so nice having the whole house to myself.

Kate: Well, I guess that concludes the small-talk portion of our evening. Look, it must be obvious. I've come here to apologize.
Frasier: Oh, really. For what? Turning on me when I went out of my way to protect you? You know we're both responsible for this. Yet I end up looking like an idiot and you look like a no-nonsense boss!
Kate: All right, all right, just tell me what I can do to make this right.
Frasier: Nothing! There is nothing you can do, there is nothing you can say, to make this up to me.
Kate: The owners wanted you fired.
Frasier: That's pretty good.

Kate: What's that smell?
Frasier: I seem to have broken a bottle of something. ... Musk oil!

Kate: How's your kneecap?
Frasier: Ah. Well er, it's better, thanks. And your laptop? ... I refer to your computer.
Kate: A little dented, but fine. The computer.

Frasier: Anyway, what I wanted to tell you was that, well, last night was one of the greatest nights of lovemaking I've had since ... Roz!
Kate: Tell me she just walked in.
Roz: Well, hi. Guess you guys kissed and made up, huh?
Frasier: [laughs] Well, in a manner of speaking, yes.

Frasier: Daphne, how about a woman's perspective? Let's just say, for argument's sake, that you and I succumbed to a, a night of passion...
Daphne: What, you and me?
Frasier: Yes.
Daphne: What - bosoms heaving, shirt buttons catapulting through the air?
Frasier: It's a hypothetical question.
Daphne: I'll say it is! [laughs]

Frasier: Oh, all right, somebody else! So, you have a, a mad tryst with this young man, and then the next day he says that he thinks things are going too fast; he'd like to slow down. What would you say?
Daphne: I suppose I'd say, "Thanks for being honest. You're probably right, we were moving too fast." [suddenly bitter] "Not that it was too fast for you last night. Oh, no, we were right on schedule then, weren't we? But, now you've had your fun - though not too much, apparently — and you want to be my friend. Well you can just sod off, Trevor Mulgrew!" You know, I think I might have some buttons for this shirt.

Frasier: And while we're on the subject of tarts...
Roz: I'm really sorry about that call.
Frasier: No, it's alright, Roz. Why don't you just run along for your date? I can handle the last ten minutes here.

Frasier: Frankly, now that we've got that settled, do you mind if I ask you a question about last night?
Kate: Yeah.
Frasier: What the hell was that?
Kate: I have no idea! I- Ever since I've gotten here, you have done nothing but irritate me like a persistent skin rash.
Frasier: And you me. And last night was no different. You just kept talking and talking and talking, and I guess
that mouth of yours just ticked me off so much I just had to have it.
Kate: The whole thing... It's just, it's so primitive!
Frasier: Yeah, yeah, animal! We were just functioning on instinct.
Kate: It's fascinating.
Frasier: Oh, oh, let's not dismiss the element of danger. All those people outside that could have walked in any moment and caught us.
Kate: That crossed my mind.
Frasier: For once, in my cautious, buttoned-down life, I felt like a real bad boy.
Kate: I felt like a...dirty girl.
Frasier: What did you just call yourself?
Kate: I said "dirty girl." ... You bad boy.
Frasier: You dirty girl.
Kate: You bad boy!
Frasier: Dirty girl!
Kate: Bad boy!
Frasier: Dirty girl!