Sharon: About the photo shoot tomorrow, will you be needing make-up?
Frasier: Oh, heavens, no.
Sharon: That's a good choice, because I think that you look very handsome without it.
Frasier: Really? Well, I think you look very attractive with make-up. Not that I'm saying you need make-up, it's that if indeed you are wearing make-up, it's so expertly applied that I wouldn't even know you're wearing make-up. Uh, I bet it looks like I'm wearing some rouge right now.

Sharon: Oh, Dr. Crane, I've been meaning to ask you: what do you think about two people who work together dating?
Frasier: Oh, well, Sharon. I'm asked that question a lot and let me tell you, the stark reality is that that situation is fraught with... [looking at Sharon]... delightful possibilities.

Frasier: Besides, you know, we'd all gotten a bit tired of the last show that was in that timeslot; "Bert The Backyard Gardener." Rumor has it that his latest crop gave new meaning to the term, "Potting Shed".

Roz: Oh, my God, could I have acted any goofier?
Frasier: Not without a set of fake buck-teeth.

Bulldog: This stinks, this is total B.S.! The chicks are all going nuts over this new Webber guy. I'm supposed to be the only sex symbol around here. [pulls shirt up showing his torso] Wait, look at it, look at this. Come on, take your best shot. [Roz goes at Bulldog] Whoa, not you. One of those guys.

Frasier: Well, that's the first time I've ever seen a man "in" himself.

Frasier: Well, I too understand the importance in taking some time off before beginning medical school. I spent that summer in Milan studying the history of opera. In fact, I had the good fortune to make an acquaintance and become friends with a then-little-known young tenor by the name of Carreras.
Clint: Jose Carreras?
Frasier: Forgive the name dropping.
Clint: He's my godfather.
Frasier: You're joking!
Clint: No, I'll call him tonight, he'll be delighted to hear I'm working with you.
Frasier: I'll be interested to see if he remembers the game we used to play where we pretended not to remember one another.

Frasier: Oh, Roz, for heaven's sake. You're behaving like a starry eyed bobby-soxer. Yes, the man is good looking. It's not like he can stop traffic.
[Tires screech, horns sound]
Frasier: There's a blind corner out there. We don't know that was him.

Frasier: It was a lovely morning. Clint was gracious enough to treat me to breakfast. Course, once we
arrived at "Le Relais," the chef had just cut himself. Clint not only treated the wound but set about to making us a flawless egg-white and truffle omelet.
Clint: I put myself through med school as a sous-chef at "Le Cirque."
Roz: Sometimes I just want to pinch you to make sure you're real.
Frasier: He's real.

Frasier: Go ahead, you're on the air.
Marie: "Oh, hi, hi, Dr. Crane, it's Marie."
Frasier: Oh, hello, Marie, I'm listening.
Marie: "I've been having a hard time getting out of bed every morning and when I finally do I'm irritable for hours."
Frasier: Really? Well, Marie, the desire to stay in bed is very similar to the desire to regress to the womb. Some
unconscious fear is driving you to a place of safety. Now, in order to resolve this problem you're going to have to examine your life and discover just what it is you're retreating from. It's hard but very necessary work, I suggest that it maybe time to try some therapy.
Marie: "Wow!"
Clint: You are good, Dr. Crane. The first thing that came to my head was that she might be a little hypoglycemic, I'd have suggested some protein in the morning.
Marie: "Oh, wait a minute. Last Thursday I had eggs for breakfast and I felt great all day."
Clint: Well, maybe that's it, then.
Marie: "Oh, what a relief. You know, you scared the life out of me, Dr. Crane."
Frasier: Yes, well, thank you, Marie.