Frasier: Bob, wait, please. I've got to level with you. Truth is, I find nothing wrong with you. I was just ashamed to admit it. It is the chair.
Bob: What?
Frasier: I think frankly that you are wonderful company. Wildly stimulating. Your hobbies are so fascinating. You have a sense of style that really, I mean, doesn't compare to anyone's. It's just me. I feel petty and small about it but I can't get past the chair. I'm sorry Bob. Please. I'm sorry. This is goodbye.

Niles: Are these wing tips too busy with these pants?
Frasier: Well, yes, they're a bit frenzied. Perhaps a woven lace would tone down the glitz.
Niles: Might have to go overseas for that.
Frasier: No, not at all. You can get them downtown.
Niles: Well, who shops downtown anymore?
Frasier: Well, I do for one, thank you.