Martin: God, I thought the winds had eased up out there!
Frasier: They have.
Daphne: Then what happened to your umbrella?
Frasier: One of my listeners recognized me on the street, he pulled it backwards through a chain link fence. You would not believe the hostility I've encountered. Even at the Café Nervosa, my sanctuary, I thought they were trying out the new cappuccino maker, I turned and saw three tables hissing at me!

Daphne: Look, the way things are going, I don't think I'm going to have children. Just let me dress up the dog.
Martin: I've never seen a dog look that stupid.
Daphne: You'll change your tune when you see the outfit I got him for St. Patrick's Day.

Martin: I like the rain. It chases those squeegee guys off the street.

Bulldog: Hey, Doc. I need some advice. I feel a cold coming on and I'm wondering, should I take vitamin C or should I just leave Seattle?! [laughs]
Roz: [to Frasier] I hope you're happy. According to Betsy, the switchboard has logged over fifty irate calls.
Bulldog: Fifty?! Damn, you topped my record! The most I ever got was thirty-five, when I said that commentary, "Lady Umpires - Finally a Chest Worth Protecting!"

Frasier: [on the phone] Hello? Yes, well, you know, I don't care how you feel. I want to use the phone right now! [hangs up] Daphne, your grandmother's hip was out again. Oh, I'm just kidding. I'm kidding.