Niles: No, no, I was out on the terrace witnessing this incredible display, and I was absolutely miserable. Now I know it's because I would much rather have been sharing that moment with you.
Daphne: Well, I'm here now. Why don't we watch it together this Saturday?
Niles: Oh, Daphne, that's a wonderful idea. We'll-we'll recreate the entire moment, right there on the terrace. Right down to the last detail. Except we'll be together. And instead of serving the '92 Dom Perignon, we'll serve the '90, and we'll right two horrible wrongs.

Daphne: Looks like you could use a spot of tea.
Frasier: Desperately.
Daphne: What'll it be, then? I've got Earl Grey, English Breakfast, Chamomile, Orange Pekoe, Oolong, Lapsang Sou-
Frasier: Oh, for God's sake! Just throw a bag in some hot water! ... Earl Grey.

Frasier: Suppose I did go and talk with her? What would I say? "I spied on you on the bus, and I've managed to hunt you down here where you work, would you care to have dinner sometime?" I might as well just lop off my ear and mail it to her.

Niles: No, just pretend you're there on business. Where does she work?
Frasier: It's a retirement home.
Niles: Oh... Oh, well, uh, tell her you're there looking for someplace for Dad. In fact, bring him along for cover.
Frasier: No, no, you know how he hates those places. He'd never agree to it.
Niles: Well, he doesn't need to. Just take him to the game tomorrow and make an unannounced stop on the way.
Frasier: So you're suggesting that I-I go crawling back to Dad, beg him to let me take him to the basketball game, use him to meet a pretty girl, and sit through a sport I loathe.
Niles: All right, I see your point.
Frasier: No, I'm just trying to get the sequence right. ... Oh, Dad!

Miranda: You know, I'm starting a tour in a few minutes. It'd be a good way to get your questions answered.
Frasier: Oh, that's a splendid idea.
Martin: A tour?
Frasier: Yes, Dad, a tour. [strokes Martin's hair] A tour. Now come along.

Miranda: As you can see, we're a full service facility...
Martin: Will you hurry up and ask her? If we move any slower in this place, they're gonna start harvesting our organs.

Lee: Hey, I know you. McGinty's, right?
Martin: Yeah, Marty Crane.
Lee: Yeah, Lee Zeppowitz.
Martin: Hi, Lee.
Lee: Hey, we could really use a fourth for poker, if you're moving in.
Martin: Oh, jeez, no, I'm sorry. I'm just here to do a favor for my son. We're on our way over to the ballgame.
Lee: Uh-huh. They told me I was going to the Space Needle.

Niles: What are we gonna do?
Frasier: I don't know. Uh, go to the roof.
Niles: We can't do that. We're having a recreation. [to Daphne] Oh, you'll never believe this. Frasier wants to send us to the roof.
Daphne: What a romantic idea.
Niles: Isn't it?

Niles: You know, I've been giving a lot of thought to this idea of a pet name for you.
Daphne: And you've decided to give it up?
Niles: No, I don't give up that easily... "Woggles." [Daphne laughs] I was kidding. You're not really a "Woggles." You're more of a "Cuddles." [no response] No, I was kidding again. Someone stop me.

Niles: All right, now Daphne, try and remain calm.
Daphne: Well, we'll just have to wait for the night watchman. He checks all these doors when he does his rounds in a few hours.
Niles: [hyperventilating] For the last time, Daphne, I told you not to panic. And please don't make me say it again, I have to conserve oxygen!
[He closes one nostril with his finger]