Roz: Do you smell bananas?
Frasier: I knew it! You smell it, too. [to the waiter] Excuse me. This day-old scone is fooling no-one.

Frasier: Damn it!
Martin: Oh, geez, are you still at it? Why don't you go in your room? You won't even hear the thing if you close the door.
Frasier: Close my door? And just concede defeat. I know, here's a better idea: I'll just move out and let him have the run of the place. That's good, I'll have two apartments. One for me, one for my cricket!

Frasier: All right, fine. You have twenty-four hours to get that intruder out of here or I'm calling, Eddie or no Eddie! [cricket sounds] It taunts me.

Martin: You sleeping?
Frasier: I was trying to. I'm attempting to re-arrange my schedule. Apparently, His Royal Chirpiness is nocturnal, so I have to be as well.
Martin: Well, I've got the answer to the problem right here in this box. [lays a shoebox down on the table]
Frasier: What, we couldn't squash him with the shoes we already own?

Martin: I thought I had some twine here.
Frasier: Well, I used it to stabilize a veal shank. Why don't you just make a little harness out of, uh... the dental floss.
Martin: Hey, that's not bad.
Frasier: I wasn't serious! ... Not my cinnamon waxed.

Roz: Listen up. Lying is all about confidence. As long as you're confident, people will believe anything you tell them.
Daphne: Are you sure?
Roz: Frasier thinks I'm at the copy machine right now.

Roz: Excuse me, we're looking for Heather Murphy.
Assistant: This is her office. And you are?
Roz: Her two 'o clock.
Assistant: [checks computer] I don't have anything on the books.
Roz: This is unbelievable. [to Daphne] Make a note: Re-evaluate all scheduling procedures, C.C. all department heads.
Assistant: Heather'll be back in five minutes if you want to wait.
Roz: Oh, we'll wait. In the meantime, two coffees, cream with sugar, think you can handle that?
Assistant: Yes.
Roz: We'll be in her office. Let's go. Now!

Roz: I'm just trying to buy some time so that we can look around. She's got to be in one of these pictures somewhere.
Daphne: There's a lot of people there. Which one do you suppose she is?
Roz: [referring to a woman at the door to the office] I think it's the one who looks like her.
Heather: Excuse me, can I help you?
Roz: We flew in from corporate for a meeting which the geniuses in your department managed to screw up. I don't know what kind of monkey business is going on around here, but we are this close to shutting this entire branch down.
Heather: How could you fly in from corporate? Corporate's downstairs.
[Roz runs out of the office]
Heather: I'm calling security. Who are you?
Daphne: Who am I? Who am I?
Roz: Just run!

Martin: He got him. Reel him in. Not too fast now. Not too fast. You don't want to tug at it.
Frasier: I can't believe this worked. That was amazing.
Martin: Oh great work, buddy.
Frasier: Thanks, Dad.
Martin: I meant the gecko.
Frasier: Yes, yes, of course.

Martin: Will you be using this floss anymore?
Frasier: I think we'll just let him keep it, all right?