Martin: I think he's perfect for you, Roz. Good-looking, friendly, and not gay at all.
Roz: Who said he was gay?
Martin: Not me.
Roz: He's not gay.
Frasier: Yes, all right, Roz, but you can see how someone might get that impression, all right?
Roz: Why, because of his job? Because he takes care of himself? That is just such lazy, stereotypical...
Frasier: All right. You're right. It was a shallow, knee-jerk assumption, and unworthy of us, both as psychiatrists and men about town.

Barry: We better go. We're gonna miss the movie.
Roz: Right, bye.
Martin: See you.
Roz: What, no biscotti for you?
Barry: Please, I'm a house.

Frasier: All right, look, I thought I saw a friend of mine come in here. He's, uh, mid-thirties, uh, wavy hair, good build...
Eduardo: Yeah, I think he's in the bathroom.
Frasier: Oh, oh.
Eduardo: [loud dance music starts up] Can I get you a drink?
Frasier: [dancing to the music] Sherry, please.

Roz: That man you thought you saw going into Bad Billy's, that wouldn't be Barry, would it?
Frasier: All right, Roz. I saw him on the street, I turned, and the next thing I knew he was gone. I thought he was...
Roz: Yeah, you know what Barry was doing from 10:00 until midnight last night?
Frasier: What?
Roz: Me, that's what! He's not gay, whereas you, Miss Marple, you've just been outed.

Alistair: You smell fantastic.
Frasier: Oh, it must be my new conditioner. Sandalwood with just a hint of...?
Alistair: ...Cloves.
Frasier: Oh, the man's amazing. He has the musical panache of Leonard Bernstein and the nose of a Tuscan truffle hog.

Alistair: Niles.
Niles: Hello.
Alistair: Love the tie.
Niles: Charvet.
Daphne: And I'm Daphne, Niles's wife.
Alistair: No!
Niles: We're expecting.
Alistair: Can't say I was. How lovely to meet you, Daphne.
Daphne: Likewise.

Alistair: Frasier, this apartment is stunning.
Frasier: Thank you.
Alistair: The view, breathtaking. The art, perfect. The chair, hilarious.

Frasier: He's taking me to Madrid!
Martin: You just met him last week, what's going on? He kissed you.
Frasier: Well, he's a man of the theater, he kisses everyone. Well, it's not like he's the first gay friend I've ever had.
Niles: It's the first one who thinks you're gay, too.
Frasier: He does not think I'm gay.
Niles: He thinks I'm gay, and I'm standing next to my pregnant wife.

Martin: Have you told him you're straight?
Frasier: I don't have to. I mean, it's obvious. We are just friends. He is not courting me.
Niles: Is that a new watch?
Frasier: So what if it is!

Alistair: These are amazing. Where did you get them?
Frasier: I made them myself.
Alistair: No! Is there anything this man can't do?
Niles: Time will tell.