Martin: You could have told me we were stopping here when we left for the game.
Frasier: If you'd known that, you never would have agreed to come.
Martin: Well, you didn't have to trick me. I mean, I would never do anything like that to you.
Frasier: It seems someone is forgetting sending Niles and me off to Boy Scout Camp to earn our "Opera Badges".

Frasier: We're interested in finding out a bit more about the Colonnade. Is there someone we could talk to?
Miranda: Oh well, I'm the director here, Miranda Rogers. Um, why don't I get you a couple of brochures, and if you like what you see, you can fill out an application.
Martin: Application?
Miranda: It only takes about twenty minutes.
Martin: Twenty minutes?
Frasier: Yes, Dad. Application. Twenty minutes. [to Miranda] He likes to repeat things. It's a soothing mechanism. [strokes Martin's hair] Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes.

Martin: You didn't say I'd have to put anything in writing. You haven't even seen her before, have you? You're trying to put me in here for real.
Frasier: No, I'm not.
Martin: When you said you met her on the bus, I knew that story was full of holes.

Miranda: Oh, you have a beautiful place.
Frasier: Thank you.
Miranda: Aw, something tells me this must be your father's chair.
Frasier: Yes, well, you know, I insisted that he bring it with him when he moved in here. I mean, after all, this is his home, too.

Frasier: Gosh, Miranda, you know, I've got to be honest with you. Uh, as much as I like the Colonnade, I'm not sure Dad's really ready to move in yet.
Miranda: Well then, I guess he hasn't told you. Your father filled out an application today.
Frasier: Application? My father? Today?
Miranda: Sounds like he's moving out just in time. You're picking up that repeating thing.

Daphne: How are you holding up? Is that spider still around?
Niles: Oh, I think he's realized he's more afraid of me than I am of him... [looks up] He's not in his corner! He's not in his corner! Oh, there it is, found him.

Daphne: Oh, I just saw another one. Oh, it's breathtaking. It just streaked from one end of the sky to the other. Oh Niles, I wish you could see this.
Niles: Oh, so do I, my love.
Daphne: What did you just call me?
Niles: Oh well, it was kind of a place-filler. I didn't have time to think of a good one.
Daphne: No, I- I like it. "My love." It's nice.

Daphne: Oh, I just saw another one!
Niles: What's it look like?
Daphne: It's got a long, glittering tail. It reminds me of the time my father drove home from the pub with a trashcan stuck underneath his car. Sparks were flying everywhere. Did I ever tell you that story?
Niles: No, you never did, my love.
Daphne: Well, my father stopped in at the pub on his way home from work...

Martin: [on the phone] Well, Duke, how's the weather in Florida? Eighty-two? I sure envy you. Yes, nothing but rain here. Yeah, Channel Four said it should clear up tomorrow, but the Channel Five guy said probably not till the weekend. [doorbell rings] Yeah, then there's the Weather Channel. Early-morning guy said it'll probably break by Saturday, but then the mid-morning guy... What do you mean, you got to go? Shuffleboard? Oh come on, Duke, get a life.

Daphne: Well, I better check on the roast in the oven. [to Martin] It's three-seventy-five in there.