Niles: You know, maybe Maris's feelings for Dr. Schenkman aren't real. Maybe this is simply a case of transference.
Frasier: Well, patients often do believe they've fallen in love with their analysts. It's very common, it's happened to everyone.
Niles: I know, it's happened to me.
Frasier: Oh, get out of town!
Niles: Several times. Well, I bet that's exactly what's going on here.
Frasier: I've never had a patient fall in love with me.
Niles: Schenkman's an authority figure, Maris is easily influenced...
Frasier: Not even that fat lady who brought me fudge.

Frasier: Niles, just bear one thing in mind... Sometimes a marriage is just bad. Doomed! And no amount of discussion will save it. [to the marriage counselling group] Well, shall we resume?

Frasier: Oh, Dad, you're back. How did things go with Mrs. Crowley?
Martin: Oh great, fabulous. Right up to the time she introduced me to my date.
Frasier: I thought she was your date.
Martin: So did I. Turns out my date was her mother. Eighty-six years young. I guess there was a little miscommunication when she invited me.
Frasier: Gee, I'm almost afraid to ask this. How was "Mom"?
Martin: Well, she was very nice. Sleepy. But she smiled a lot, showed me pictures of her great-grandchildren. She couldn't remember any of their names, but what the hell, she couldn't remember mine either.

Niles: You know, I said I needed closure. But I won't have until I do one more thing. [takes off ring and heads to the balcony]
Frasier: Oh, now be careful, Niles. From this height that could hurt somebody.
Niles: All clear. Goodbye, Maris, you've hurt me for the last time!
Martin: Uh, Niles, is that your Mercedes parked down there? Whoa! Oh, well, a good body shop will be able to pound that out.

Frasier: Well, this may come as small consolation to you, but I believe that you each have a lot of work to do to catch up to me in the failed romance department. Divorced twice, left at the alter once.