Roz: I just love it when I'm right. It makes the day so good.
Frasier: You stacked the deck didn't you?
Roz: Oh, please. You should have heard some of the calls I didn't put through. Let alone these faxes. Read some of these. They're sick.
Frasier: Oh, Roz, my listeners are not sick ... although this one does bear watching.

Frasier: Here's one that has promise. Let's see. "Dear Dr. Crane. I never thought I'd write a letter like this but I was moved by today's show. As a photographer, I come into contact with new people on a daily basis, yet I often find it difficult to make that one on one connection. However, your words offered hope and I just
wanted to say thank you. Sincerely, Bob Reynolds."
Roz: Doesn't sound too wacky.
Frasier: You know what? I think I'm going to give Mr. Bob Reynolds a call.
Roz: Oh, are you nuts? He could be a raving psychopath with a trunkful of decomposing squirrels.
Frasier: Oh, rubbish, Roz. I'm going to call him. By the way, where did you come up with such a disgusting image?
Roz: [handing Frasier another fax] Meet Garth from Tacoma.

Frasier: I'm meeting a new friend.
Niles: A new friend?
Frasier: Yes, you remember I was talking about widening my circle of friends.
Niles: Oh, I see. No more "falling back on Niles."
Frasier: It's not that I'm trying to replace you Niles. It's just that Bob and I-
Niles: Bob? You're dumping me for someone named Bob?

Frasier: Niles, I am not dumping you. I'm just worried that Bob might feel awkward meeting the two of us.
Niles: Oh, well, we wouldn't want to make Bob feel uncomfortable now would we? I mean after all I've only been your brother, hmm, 38 years now. What does that mean when there's the possibility that Bob may feel awkward?
Waitress: [to Frasier] There's a man over there who says he's waiting for you.
Niles: Ah. No doubt the much ballyhooed Bob.

Bob: I listen to your show all the time. I think you're brilliant. You're probably sick of hearing that though, right?
Frasier: One would think but it's my cross.

Frasier: I'm going to go out on a limb. What do you say once we finish these coffees we treat ourselves to a proper dinner?
Bob: Hey, that sounds great.
Frasier: Okay. So, what are you reading?
Bob: It's my bible. "The Big Book of Barbecue" by Jeff Filgo. He's a Texan. You know, of course all Texans think they invented barbecue. Arrogant bastards. You like barbecue?
Frasier: Well, uh, on a national holiday, 4th July, uh, that sort of thing.
Bob: You know the secret to good barbecue? Mesquite. And the secret to mesquite is you gotta soak them in water for 10 minutes. On special occasions, I'll soak them in beer. Once, I soaked them in Sake for that "flavor of the Far East". You know, in Japan they call their barbecues "hibachis"? The arrogant bastards.

Bob: My specialty is the Shian Smoky Quail. The trick is a high engulfing flame, like a forest fire. Of course, they call forest fires "nature's barbecue". You know, my co-workers call me "Shish-ka-Bob"?
Frasier: Well, Bob. Do you have any charcoal free interests?
Bob: Yeah I'm a professional photographer. The camera [air quotes] "never lies."
Frasier: Yes. See, I'm a bit of a camera buff myself. So, what's your trade? Are you a photo journalist?
Bob: I take kids portraits at Value-Mart, where your dollar [air quotes] "buys more."

Bob: Here's your paper, buddy!
Frasier: Bob, you're here. Uh, did we have plans?
Bob: No. I was in the neighborhood. Just thought I'd stop by.
Frasier: Did I mention where I lived last night? I am astonishingly sure I didn't.
Bob: You'd be amazed what you can find out with computers today.

Roz: Okay, he's gone. You can come out now.
Frasier: No, he's not. He's never really gone.

Frasier: I'm going to talk to him Roz. Listen, I could use your advice. You've broken up with a lot of people. What do
you find to be the most effective thing to say?
Roz: I love you and I want to have your baby.
Frasier: Good, I've got my fallback.