Niles: Wait, wait! What?!
Frasier: I'm serious! Every restaurant critic in Seattle is out there and they all want anguilla, so start killing eels!
Niles: Wait, wait! How do you suggest I do that?
Frasier: How do I know? You're the chef. Throw a toaster in the damn tank for all I care!

Customer: I want my car, now!
Frasier: Yes, ma'am, right away. [on his radio] Quick, Otto, bring car twenty-three right away.
Otto: Who is this?
Frasier: It's the voice of God!

Niles: How much firepower do you suppose is necessary to embed a cherry in an acoustic ceiling tile?
Frasier: Another question we should have asked ourselves before we entered the exciting world of food service.

Gil: And so, in the opinion of this critic, Mickey's Good Time Tavern is anything but. Dismal decor, perfunctory service, and cuisine that is only marginally preferable to hunger. And finally, on a sadder note, after fifty-three years in the same location, Orsini's is closing its doors. And so tonight, a sad adieu to the grande dame of Seattle restaurants.
Roz: I thought he was the grande dame of Seattle restaurants.

Frasier: You know, Orsini's used to be my favorite restaurant. You ever been there, Roz?
Roz: Are you kidding? My typical date's idea of a gourmet evening is take out, make out, and home by Letterman.

Frasier: You know, I've always dreamed of owning a four-star restaurant.
Niles: What growing boy hasn't?

Frasier: Daphne, Dad, everything all right here?
Daphne: Oh yes, Dr. Crane. Whatever this anguilla is, it's perfectly smashing.
Frasier: It's our chef's specialty. The man can do things with eels you just wouldn't believe.
Martin: I arrested a guy for that once.

Martin: I'm going to the john. Order me a beer.
Frasier: Oh gee, Dad, for a moment there, I thought you were going to surprise me and order a glass of wine.
Martin: Oh yeah, for a moment there I thought you were gonna surprise me and button your yap.

Frasier: I'd order him the crab cocktail, but I'm afraid the irony would be lost on him.

Niles: What's in there?
Sous-Chef: Anguilla.
Niles: Dear God!
Sous-Chef: It's Maurice's specialty. He prefers to kill them to order, then serve them with their heads still on.
Niles: Thank God his specialty isn't roast beef.