Frasier: Chop, chop, Dad. Let's get a move on. The last time I was late for the farmer's market, I got the worst of the squash blossoms.
Martin: Oh, whatever shall we serve the Duchess?

Frasier: If we had missed your wedding, well it would have just killed me.
Niles: It would've?
Frasier: Well, of course it would. Niles, we've been there through the last ten tortured years of your courtship. How could we not be hurt if we missed the wedding?
Niles: But surely you could understand if, if someone were carried away by their emotions.
Martin: Well, I'm just glad it turned out the way that it did, because it would've just broken my heart.

Roz: Hey, Martin.
Martin: Hey, how ya doin'?
Roz: You want to go to the dog park? [rushing over to Niles and Daphne] Oh, my God! You guys are here!
Frasier: Well, I'm here too.
Niles: Um, we were just talking about our wedding.
Roz: Oh, good, I want to hear all about it.
Daphne: We're going to have a small civil ceremony on Friday.
Roz: [excited squeal]... huh?

Daphne: You know, we should celebrate.
Niles: How about going to the dog park?
Daphne: Well, that doesn't sound very romantic.
Niles: I'm not talking to you.
[Roz gets up and walks out of the room with her dog, Ariel]

Niles: Nervous?
Daphne: Less than last time. I guess it helps to have had a rehearsal.
Niles: It wasn't a rehearsal. It was the real thing. This is just a... touring company performance.

Daphne: I, Daphne Moon, do take thee, Niles Crane, as my husband. I promise you my fidelity and my support, my laughter and my tears...
[Frasier starts crying]
Martin: Frasier, you said you wouldn't do this.
Frasier: [sobbing] I say a lot of things.

Niles: Oh, Frasier, thank you so much for dinner.
Daphne: Yes, it was wonderful.
Frasier: It was my pleasure. Dad, don't you have something to add?
Martin: Well, I already said thank you for dinner. What am I supposed to do, get down on my knees and kowtow to your fancy-ass American Express card?

Daphne: It's a silver picture frame.
Niles: Beautiful.
Frasier: And nota bene, it's been engraved with today's date in order to commemorate your wedding date until your real gift arrives.
Daphne: It's very sweet. Thank you Mr. Crane and Dr. Crane.
Martin: You can't call us that anymore, we're family now.
Daphne: So we are. Well, thank you... Frasier. Oh, that feels strange. And thank you... Martin?
Martin: Dad?
Daphne: Dad.
Martin: Or Martin. Whatever makes you feel comfortable.
Daphne: Oh, thank you Mr. Crane.

Gertrude: Did you find a minister yet?
Niles: I'm sorry, no. Actually...
Gertrude: Good, then I'm not too late.
Daphne: Too late for what?
Gertrude: Oh, Daphne. When I got home this afternoon, well, I was opening a bottle of scotch to have with me tea and I began thinking. I was married by a minister in a church and, and what's it got me? Alone and unloved is what. And likely because I've been such a rotten mother to you all these years.
Daphne: You haven't been rotten.
Gertrude: Oh, yes I have. On what should have been the happiest day of your life, I thought of only myself. I'm ashamed. I mean I'm embarrassed and I apologize.
Daphne: Oh, mum.
Gertrude: My only solace is you aren't married yet. Because if I miss my baby's wedding, I won't be able to live with myself.

Daphne: We'll go right back to that courthouse tomorrow and resume where we left off.
Gertrude: Oh, nothing could make me happier.
Frasier: Ah, Mrs. Moon, I see you've made peace with the wedding.
Niles: Yes, Mrs. Moon has rescinded her ultimatum, so we're having the wedding tomorrow.
Frasier: Ah!