Frasier: Now what?
Niles: Okay, we've got time to think. It's going to take him a while to discover that the pills...
[Martin returns with a scornful expression on his face]
Martin: All right, where is it?
Niles: Frasier took them!
Frasier: Dad
Martin: This is pretty funny to you, huh?
Niles: No, sir.
Martin: Then what is it? You still so sore about Ronee that you're trying to mess things up for me?
Frasier: No, Dad, I found them by accident. I tried to put them back. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Here.

Niles: Oh, get over yourself! Why shouldn't I be anxious? Can't I ever have one thing that's just mine? It's like when I discovered backgammon or fencing or...
Frasier: Niles, Niles! Relax, it's okay. You are an excellent psychiatrist. I couldn't eclipse you if I tried.

Frasier: And Dad, you should go down and see Ronee. She must like you an awful lot, considering who she passed up.
Martin: I don't know. I know it sounds crazy, but I keep seeing her in that pony-tail and that parochial school uniform.
Frasier: Ronee didn't go to parochial school.
Martin: She didn't?
Frasier: No. That was our other babysitter, Sally.
Niles: Oh, right. Sally the Slut. ... I liked her.
Martin: You mean all this time I've been thinking she was someone else? See ya.
Frasier: Dad, don't you want your "cheese"?
Martin: Nope. Thanks, boys, but I'm working without a net.

Frasier: You said you were going to McGinty's. How long have you been here?
Martin: Forty-five minutes. You shouldn't have spent so long on your hair, Louise.

Frasier: Dad, could you help me with something in the kitchen?
Martin: Now?
Frasier: Right now!
Ronee: Don't be long, you two. Mama likes an audience.
Martin: Good. 'cause Daddy likes to watch.