Clint: Thanks, Frasier, that was fun.
Frasier: Yes, it was, wasn't it?
Clint: I hope I didn't say anything out of line.
Frasier: Oh, no. No, not at all, I always enjoy learning something new. Well- Oh, I'll see you tonight, don't be late.
Clint: I'm always punctual.
Frasier: Of course you are. [After Clint leaves, to Roz:] I hate him.

Martin: Oh, Daph, what about Eddie?
Daphne: Oh, he'll eat when he gets hungry. For heaven's sakes, he drinks out of the toilet.

Clint: So, George S. Kaufmann so dislikes what the actor is doing, he sends the poor fellow a telegram reading, "I'm watching your performance from the rear of the house, wish you were here." Sorry to jump in there, Frasier, but I believe that's the story you started.
Frasier: Thanks for helping out.

Bulldog: Hey, Doc, I gotta hand it to you, great way to welcome the new guy.
Frasier: Oh, well, really? I'm surprised you're even here at the party. I didn't think you cared much for Clint.
Bulldog: Nah, I'm over that. I figured, he can't have every chick. So if we pal around, I bag the leftovers.
Frasier: Ah, the regular busboy romance.

Niles: How's it going?
Frasier: Well, let me see. What have you missed? Uh, Clint told us about how he learned to fly a plane, and then he recited a sonnet and, oh yes, he fixed my ice machine and he invented a new drink; the "Pink Webber". I've got Daphne drawing a bath right now. In case the party starts to lag, I can invite him to walk on water, liven things up a bit.

Clint: Oh, Frasier, I was just admiring this chess board. It's beautiful. Are you in the middle of a match?
Frasier: Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I'm playing by mail with a Russian grand master. It's quite challenging.
Clint:Well, congratulations. With your cunning use of the Zekrepsky attack, you're only four moves away from certain victory.
Frasier: My God, you're right. And actually I'd be happy to hear that, except I'm playing black. Well,wasn't that a
fun eight months.

Frasier: Niles. Niles, I've done it. I have found his Achilles Heel.
Niles: Ah, who's?
Frasier: Clint's. Oh, I just heard him singing, the man is completely tone deaf. He's about to launch into a rendition of "Isn't It Romantic" that will simply peel the enamel from your teeth.
Niles: Are you sure you want to let him do that?
Frasier: What do you mean?
Niles: Well, you have your victory, you're a wonderful singer. Isn't it enough to know that? Do you really need to see him humiliate himself?
Frasier: ... Yes.