Martin: You think this is a smart plan, surprising Roz in front of her family?
Frasier: Well, what else would you suggest I do, Dad? I couldn't reach her by phone. Roz and I have got to talk before this turns into a permanent divide in our friendship.
Martin: Okay, but you know what she's going to see when she looks at you.
Frasier: Yes, yes, I know, my naked body. I'll have you know there are worse states...
Martin: All right, just stop this. I've got enough horror shows in my head.

Frasier: Hi, um, I'm looking for Roz Doyle.
Denise: Oh, well, she's out shopping with her cousin right now, but come in. I'm her sister, Denise.
Frasier: Oh, well, it's a pleasure to meet you.
Denise: Oh, likewise. All we've been hearing is "Roger this" and Roger that," but we've seen no Roger. We were beginning to think that you didn't really exist.
Frasier: I'm afraid you've made a mistake, you see...
Denise: Well, obviously we did, but you can't blame us. It wouldn't be the first time that she's made up a boyfriend. We've really been having a lot of fun with her.
Denise: Oh, honey, look. Roger is here. There really is one.
Craig: Well, I'll be a son of a gun. Good to know you. Craig Dawson, Met-Life.
Frasier: Hi, Roger... Hammerstein.

Craig: Well, honey, it looks like you owe Roz an apology.
Denise: Oh, now, she knows I was just teasing her. I'm just relieved that she's finally found someone. We just want her to have the kind of happiness that we've found.
Frasier: Well, you know, I intend to do everything in my power to give her just that. I love Roz, and I intend to prove it to her. That's why I've come.
Roz: [enters] Oh, my God. What's going on?
Frasier: Roz.
Denise: Roger, can Craig fix you a drink?
Roz: Roger?
Frasier: Yeah, sweetheart, hi.

Denise: Well, well, well. It looks like you've really made an impression on Roger here, Roz.
Roz: Yeah.
Denise: How did you two meet again?
Frasier: Oh, gosh, well, it's the cutest story. Oh, come on, honey, sit down. Um, it all started when... Alice used to wave at me when I was driving my trash-collecting truck.
Denise: Oh, well, I guess Alice is sure going to be happy to see you again.
Frasier: Oh, well. You know, it's funny, as well as Alice and I get along, she always mistakes me for Roz's boss. It's weird, isn't it?

Craig: So Roger, I hear you're a big golfer. What do you shoot?
Frasier: Well, you know, actually, since I've met Roz, I don't get much time for golf.
Denise: Well, don't get too used to that, Roz. I've been a golf widow ever since I've been married. It's like a disease with them.
Frasier: Well, maybe with most men, but not with me. I mean, my spare time is precious, so I like to spend it with the people that I love, like Roz and Alice, and who knows, maybe someday some more little ones. Especially if they look like this here.
Roz: Oh, my. I hated that picture. Big ugly glasses and... I guess I was trying to look like Dorothy Hamill.
Denise: We warned you not to get that haircut, but you insisted.
Frasier: You know, if I'd met this girl in the fifth grade, I wouldn't have dated anybody else. Gosh, can I get a copy of this for my desk at work?
Denise: You have a desk?
Frasier: Dashboard.

Frasier: Oh, by the way, Dad. I got you a little something to keep you company while I'm away.
Martin: Oh, no way. The robot dog. Thanks, son.
Frasier: Sure.
Martin: Oh, good, you got the girl one so it won't fight with Eddie.
Frasier: Dad, it's not a girl. That's where the batteries go.