Martin: Mrs. Gablyczyck, we're friends here. No one wants to send you to jail or back to your country. We just need you to admit that you took the money.
Mrs. Gablyczyck: I no take nothing.
Martin: Do you want to go to jail!? Do you want to go back to your country!?
Daphne: Well, I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but I'm afraid we're going to have to show her the tape.
Mrs. Gablyczyck: What tape?
Daphne: It's from the surveillance camera. It shows you stealing.
Martin: [whispering to Niles] You got a camera? [Niles shakes his head]
Daphne: You might as well confess. I've got the evidence.
Mrs. Gablyczyck: I want to see tape.
Daphne: ... All right.

Mrs. Gablyczyck: This is plate I brought home. I take Mrs. Crane's leftover meat pie. But I brought plate back.
Niles: Mrs. Gablyczyck, we're so sorry. We've made a terrible mistake. We know now you didn't steal anything. Can you ever forgive me?
Mrs. Gablyczyck: Or course, mister. You're nice man. And you're nice lady. [glares at Martin]

Frasier: Ann.
Ann: I thought you left our date to go take care of your brother.
Liz: Date? I thought you said you were just wrapping up a business meeting.
Ann: Is that why you ate all of my raviolis? Because you were just trying to get rid of me?
Frasier: No, no, of-of course not. Listen, there's a perfectly logical explanation for all this, which is... I'm sorry. I've-I've got to take that. ["answering" his cell phone] Hello?
Liz: That didn't ring!
Ann: It's very soft.
Frasier: Oh, gosh, Dad, that sounds serious! You stay put, I'll be right there. [phone actually rings] Ow, that's loud!

Kenny: This one hurts, Doc. I had a soufflé coming.

Frasier: I'm sorry, Ann.
Ann: I'm sorry, too. Sorry for thinking you were different from all the other jerks out there. But you're not, you're just another selfish, dishonest creep.
Frasier: You're right. I don't know what to say.
Ann: Well maybe you can come up with something before we have coffee tomorrow.
Frasier: Are you seriously suggesting that..?
Ann: What?!
Frasier: See you at 10:00?
Ann: Okay.

Martin: Hey, hey, did you see that? Watch this again!
Niles: What?
Martin: You must have put the camera down when we went into the kitchen for ice cream. Watch Daphne's mother.
Daphne: My mother, she stayed behind to grab her sweater.
Niles: And our candlesticks.
Daphne: And our 20-year-old Scotch!

Frasier: Ann, um...
Ann: You don't know what a relief this is. I've only had one date since my divorce. Well, half a date. The jerk actually called it off in the middle of dinner. I was a wreck. I didn't get out of bed for a week. Or shave my legs.
Waiter: Your appetizers.
Frasier: Oh, gosh, this is a feast. I'm not sure we'll need to order a main course.
Ann: Well, this ain't gonna do it for me. I'm starvin' like Marvin.

Frasier: Roz, I came as quickly as I could. What's the emergency?
Roz: Well, no, it's not an emergency, it's just-
Ann: Hi. I'm Ann Hodges. I'm divorced.
Frasier: I'm sorry. I'm Dr. Frasier Crane.
Roz: I thought you two would like to meet. Ann is in insurance.
Frasier: Well, I'm sorry she dragged you all the way down here. I've just renewed my policy, but perhaps Roz could introduce you to my brother Niles.
Ann: Is he single?
Frasier: No, but with a baby on the way, he might need some additional coverage.
Ann: Super. Well, thanks a lot, Roz, this was totally worth a drive across town.

Kenny: Oh, hi, guys. Hey, Doc! You're always free. My cousin's in town, why don't you help me show her the city?
Frasier: Did Roz put you up to this?
Roz: I had nothing to do with it, I swear to God.
Frasier: Well, I'm sorry, Kenny, but I am booked all this weekend. Oh, here's luck. I found a perfectly good thimble in this pocket. See you later. [exits]
Roz: Thanks anyway.
Kenny: Hey, I tried.

Maitre d': All we have is a table for four.
Ronee: We can all squeeze. This one's always on my lap after the second drink anyway.