Roz: Well, I know what your problems are. What are Daphne's?
Frasier: Oh, Daphne, she's just having trouble finding men
[Roz opens her purse and takes out a little black book]
Roz: Say no more!
Frasier: No, Roz. Roz, it's really not necessary. You do not have to donate one of your boyfriends to Daphne.
Roz: Please, I'd be happy to.
Frasier: But still, one hates to break up a collection.

Roz: Frasier just asked you out on a date?
Tom: Well, he asked me to his place for dinner. So I wanted to ask you, is there any particular wine he likes?
Roz: Listen, Tom, there is something I think you need to know about Frasier...
Tom: What?
[Frasier holds up a card reading "HANDS OFF HE'S TAKEN!"]
Roz: He's nuts about chardonnay.

Tom: You know, I've broken my rule for you. I usually don't date guys I work with.
Frasier: Yes, well, I've sort of relaxed my rule for you, too.
Tom: You're cute when you're nervous.
Frasier: Well, I must be downright adorable now then.

Frasier: Listen, Tom, I'm sorry, but we seem to have gotten our lines crossed here. The truth is I'm entirely straight.
Tom: Hey, if you're not interested just say so.
Frasier: Oh no, it's true, I really am. I just invited you to dinner because you seemed so charming and you were so fond of the British, I thought you might be the perfect man for Daphne.
[Daphne comes out of her bedroom in time to hear:]
Tom: I can't believe this. You really had no idea that I'm gay?
[Daphne stops, unclasps her bra, turns back to her bedroom and throws the bra on the floor]
Frasier: Don't take this wrong, but it never even occurred to me you might be gay.
Tom: Well, it never even occurred to me that you might be straight.
Frasier: Thank you?

Tom: Oh, four places, who's joining us?
Frasier: Oh, just my little household: my father and his charming physical therapist, Daphne.
Tom: You live with your dad? I can't even imagine that. Well, I mean, I think it's great that you get along so well, but doesn't, um, having him here kind of put a crimp in your love life?
Frasier: Oh, not at all. Well, except when I bring my dates home, he tries to steal them. He's quite the old rascal!

Niles: Hello, Frasier. [takes Frasier's wine glass] Oh, thank you. I just stopped by to return your book. [hands it over]
Frasier: Oh, yes. Well, thank you, don't let me keep you.
Niles: Am I interrupting something?
Frasier: As a matter of fact, I'm introducing a man to Daphne.
Niles: Ah! Guess you don't want me around then.
Frasier: Thank you.
Niles: [walks in] How do you do? I'm Dr. Niles Crane.
Tom: Hi, I'm Tom Duran.
Daphne: [peeks out] Bird's all done. Now all I need is a pair of big strong arms to haul it out of the oven.
Niles: Well, I certainly don't need to be asked twice.

Roz: Oh, this one's perfect! Gunther Dietrich. He's loads of fun, and he's a runway model.
Frasier: A German narcissist. There's an appealing combination.

Roz: I'm helping Frasier find a man for Daphne.
Niles: What?
Roz: Here we go. Here we go. He's a tennis instructor, and his name is Brick.
Niles: Dear God, Frasier. Sven, Gunther, Brick? Why not just lather Daphne up with baby oil and hurl her over the wall of a prison yard?
Roz: Excuse me, but I've dated all these guys.
Niles: Well, where do you think I came up with the imagery?

Frasier: Daphne, aren't you going back to bed?
Daphne: No. I'll just sit up for a bit, I'm feeling a bit blue.
Frasier: Anything you'd like to talk about?
Daphne: No, you need your sleep, it's nothing important. Just this feeling that my life's a gaping sinkhole and I'm just marking time while the flower of my youth rots on the vine.
Frasier: Well, so long as you're sure.

Martin: So, do you like football?
Tom: Yeah, yeah, I really missed it when I was living in London.
Martin: Yeah, well maybe we can take in a Seahawks game sometime. Frasier hates it, so it'd just be us.
Tom: Hey, Frasier warned me about you!
Martin: Yeah, I guess I yell at the players too loud. [laughs]