Niles: So, about this woman for whom you have so little feeling that you raced across town and burst into one of my sessions, is there any lingering resentment?
Frasier: Over what?!
Niles: Well, she did leave at the altar. When you told her how that made you feel, was there anything you left unsaid? Any phrase or feeling you wished you had expressed to her? I'm making the assumption here that you did tell her how you felt.
Frasier: I sort of did.
Niles: "Sort of" is another one of those phrases that just wants to go in my pad.

Frasier: No, no, no. Daphne, I was very specific about this. The mayor's plaque goes on the piano. The Otis Klandenning "Man of the Year Award" goes right over here. And my jewel, my SeaBee, goes right here where she can't miss it.
Daphne: Hmm, that seems a bit subtle. Why don't I just use this to serve the olives?

Frasier: You know, why don't you people just keep talking amongst yourselves? I will go and fetch the profiteroles. They were prepared by the hottest new pasty chef in- Oh, what's the use?
Niles: I'll help. He always over-powders.
Martin: Yeah, I'm sure Old Man Kennedy felt this kind of pride when his boys would go out and play touch football.

Daphne: Oh, it must be wonderful to see your words come to life like that.
Diane: Oh, yes. It's a dream come true.
Martin: Diane, are you okay?
Diane: Yes, I'm fine. Why?
Martin: Well, your cheek was kind of twitching.
Diane: It was? Oh, well, it was probably fatigue. Where were we?
Daphne: Oh, I was asking about your play.
Diane: Oh, right!
Martin: There it goes again, the twitch!
Daphne: That was either a very large twitch or a very small seizure.

Diane: You know, I'm not sure how much I really want to talk about my play right now. [covers her face with a napkin as the twitching continues] Bad luck and all that!
Frasier: Yes, and we all know what a struggle it is to get Diane to talk about herself.
Diane: [laughing] Oh, Frasier, you always could kid. How I miss that.

Frasier: All right. Now, from the beginning.
Diane: Well, it all started a few months ago when I lost my job. I'd been writing for "Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman." I was on the set one day, and I was trying to show Jane Seymour the proper way to cauterize a wound with a branding iron. And I accidentally set her hair on fire. Well, from there it was a steady slide downhill. A two-year relationship ended, I lost the beach house, friends stopped calling, the one bright spot was my play in Seattle. Well, I flew up here yesterday only to find that the backer was pulling out. I was so distraught I found myself wandering around the city in complete despair. It's then that like a ray of hope from
heaven, I saw your smiling face on the side of a bus. And that's why I'm here today. You helped me the only other time I was this low. Frasier, I'm asking for your help again.
Frasier: Of course I'll help you, Diane.

Daphne: Well, that was a bit scary.
Martin: I'll say. Watching someone go completely crackers like that.
[Niles starts to sniff]
Martin: What's the matter with you now?
Niles: Nothing, I'm fine. Just suddenly missing my Maris.

Martin: Listen, it's none of my business, but you're not falling for her again, are you?
Frasier: What if I were?
Martin: That woman dumped you at the altar.
Frasier: Oh, that was the old Diane. She no longer sees herself as the center of the universe. And I'm not the old Frasier anymore either. People can change, Dad.
Martin: Yeah, I suppose you're right. Take me for instance. The old Martin would have said, "You're out of your mind. I'd rather see you go gay and shack up with the punk who shot me than go off with her. I'd rather see you sewed up inside the body of a dead horse." But the new Martin just says, "Vivee a l'amour."
Frasier: The new Frasier resists the temptation to correct your French.

Diane: I'm sorry if I in any way misled you about my feelings these past few weeks.
Frasier: You didn't. I think I mislead myself.
Diane: Well, at the very least I obviously owe you an apology for the first time that things went awry between us.
Frasier: Oh, it's all right.
Diane: No, it was a time in my life when-
Frasier: No, Diane, it isn't necessary. The things I said ... well, they just needed saying. Besides, I don't really feel
all that harshly. And in retrospect, I'm reasonably sure that you are not the devil. Although he does have the power to assume pleasing shapes.

Diane: Frasier, um, before you go, there's one last thing you could help me with. Not that you haven't helped me a lot already. It's the last scene, where Franklin and Mary-Ann say goodbye. It's never felt quite right to me. I'd like her to stand.. oh, right about here and tell him how much he's meant to her and how she'll never forget him. How do you suppose ... "Franklin" would respond to that?
Frasier: Well, I suppose he'd tell her that he feels the same way. That she's touched him in a way she can never imagine, he's glad she was in his life.
Diane: All that would be left would be the "goodbye." How do you see that?
Frasier: Well, I suppose he could say, uh, "until we meet again," probably certain that they never would.
Diane: But mightn't there be a part of him that hopes they would?
Frasier: Oh, I suppose so, yes. All right, then, don't have him sum things up. Just let them say their goodbyes, and if their paths happen to cross again, so be it . . . Goodbye, Mary Ann.
Diane: Goodbye, Franklin.