Niles: You know, I always assumed I'd have children, but if Maris and I don't reconcile soon, the issue will be moot. She's a tad older than I am, and her biological clock is winding down a bit.
Frasier: Luckily, she flies to Zurich twice a year to have it reset.

Frasier: Daphne, you may answer the door.
Daphne: Well, thank you! Why don't I just get a feather duster and a French maid's uniform?
Niles: That would teach them, wouldn't it, Daphne. And I would pick it out for you.

Roz: I'm really excited. I'm going to be a mom. I've got a lot to do. I'll tell you one thing I'm gonna need, pronto—
Martin: A husband. [laughs]
Roz: I was going to say a bigger apartment.
Martin: Oh. Well, maybe the husband'll have one.

Daphne: So, how did the father take it? [to Frasier] Don't worry, she brought it up.
Roz: Actually, he took it really well. He's not going to be that involved, though. He moved to Cairo.
Niles: Where would he have moved to if he'd taken it badly?
Roz: No, he's working in Cairo on a project as an archaeologist.

Frasier: Niles, do you mind? It's impossible to have a private conversation with you constantly eavesdropping.
Niles: I don't know what you two are talking about, but I resent the implication that I have nothing better to do than to spy on you like a nosy teenager. I came in for a corkscrew.
Frasier: Oh, Niles, I'm sorry.
[Niles returns to the living room]
Niles: All I could get was that she hasn't told the father yet.

Roz: So, I have some news for you—
Rick: Oh, I've got some news, too. Remember me telling you about that Junior Year Abroad Program? I'm in. I am leaving next week and spending the rest of the year in Paris!
Roz: Congratulations. I'm so happy for you.
Rick: Thanks. It's like, first my soccer team wins the championship, then I ace my finals, now I'm going to Paris. I'm starting to think, "What's next?"
Roz: Funny you should ask.

Frasier: Listen, Dad, I've got to go talk to Roz. Just go to the men's room and wash it out with cold water.
Martin: Oh, yeah, I'm sure glad I worked all those extra shifts to put you through medical school. It really paid off.

Rick: Listen, I have been thinking about this all afternoon. I could fall in love with you. I could be a good husband, and a good father.
Roz: Rick, that's the whole point of being twenty. You could be anything. I'm much older than you. I am things.
Rick: I know what you're saying, but I'm not too young for this. You know, my mom was only
seventeen when she had me.
Roz: Your mother's only 37 years old?
Rick: Yeah. And would you two hit if off! I mean, you guys have a lot in common. In fact, you sort of even look like-
Roz: Stop right there!

Roz: Listen, your proposal was so sweet. It's my first, actually.
Rick: Yeah, mine too.
Roz: Oh. I hope that you can understand why I can't possibly marry you. When I get married, it's going to be to someone I love, and someone who loves me, and someone who can legally drink champagne at my wedding.