Ronee: So boys, who needs a drink?
Martin: Yeah, I'll have another beer.
Frasier: You know, Dad, you really ought to slow down there. At his age, one slip and it's the ICU and then it's I see you later.

Martin: Well, I wouldn't worry about me, Fras. I don't feel any older now than I did when you were parading around in your mother's heels. [They all laugh] Of course, that was just last Christmas.

Ronee: Hi, drinkers, I'm back. And no, no, you're not seeing double, for once. I have a guest with me tonight. Believe it or not, I used to baby-sit this guy. I know, I know, how does she stay so young?
Audience Members: Dr. Goldman!
Ronee: Aren't they adorable?

Niles: Frasier, what's going on with you? You're showing classic signs of depression.
Frasier: That's because I'm depressed, you nit!

Niles: What are you doing with Dad's Velveeta?
Frasier: Well, what do you think I'm doing? I'm gonna eat it.
Niles: Okay, Frasier, this isn't funny anymore.

Frasier: You know, perhaps my depression over losing Ronee was actually rooted in my feelings for her from long ago as well. After all, she was the first person to reject me. Even though she never knew it. Perhaps by pursuing her again, I was hoping to undo that first rejection, thereby erasing all the subsequent rejections in my life and giving myself a much needed shot of self-esteem. [jumping up] Did you hear that?! My analytical skills are on fire!
Niles: And your own horn-tooting skills haven't abandoned you either.

Frasier: Well, so much for worrying about whether I'm ready to get back into private practice. The answer is a resounding yes!
Niles: Yes, well you better be sure because it's a completely different animal... And oh, I just remembered, the zoo is having a fund raiser. I signed you up for two hundred dollars. That's the Safari Level. You know who has malaria? Mrs. ...
Frasier: Niles! Do you realize your babbling kicks in whenever I talk about my return to private practice? Perhaps this condition of yours has less to do with baby jitters and more to do with my entering your domain. My God! If I get any hotter I'm going to set off the sprinklers!

Niles: Oh, now look at that couch. Now this is something you might want to consider for your new office. Although, I'm not sure how well that, what is that, sort of linen, is going to wear. Oh, you know what I'm going to wear at the opera fund raiser on Friday night? Or is it Saturday? I'll check my book. A lovely linen shirt with my new Zegnia suit. That's a funny word, "Zegnia". The "g" is silent. Silent "g" like lasagna.
Frasier: Niles?
Niles: Yes?
Frasier: Do you notice that? You've been awfully chatty lately?
Niles: No, but Daphne mentioned it to me this morning. Oh, what about this one? Frasier, you really must make a decision. We've been to six stores already, and oh, that reminds me, I must cancel our squash game tomorrow...
Frasier: Don't you hear that?
Niles: Yes, now that you mention it, I do. It's sort of like a nervous tic of some kind. I wonder what could be causing it.
Frasier: Well, let's see. You do have a baby on the way. Perhaps your incessant jabbering is just a way of distracting yourself from this life changing event.

Frasier: Excuse me, are you Ronee Lawrence?
Ronee: That's what it says on my driver's... Wait a second, Frasier? Oh, my God, it is you.
Frasier: It's good to see you. Niles and I were just...
Ronee: Niles! Oh, my God, little Nervous Niles? I can't believe it.

Ronee: It'll be just like old times. Except you get to stay up late. Hey, Niles, do you remember when I used to tell you those scary bed time stories?
Niles: No, not really.
Ronee: Yeah, yeah. You thought there were earwig eggs on all the furniture and you started taking one of those hankies out and wiping off all the chairs before you'd sit in them because you were afraid that... [makes a crawling motion up Niles' body]
Niles: Nothing still, I'm sorry.
Ronee: I'm glad. For a while there I was afraid that maybe I scarred you for life. Bloop!