Diane: Oh, yes, that's a perfect moment, uncluttered by any extra words or phrases—
Frasier: Diane.
Diane: Oh shoot, I've blown it.
Frasier: All right, let's try it again. Goodbye, Diane.
Diane: Goodbye, Frasier.
[After they hug, Frasier walks through the bar door on the stage.]
Frasier: [returning] Force of habit.
Diane: I've been doing it all week.

Niles: All right, all right, all right. Well, uh, why do you think you reacted that way?
Frasier: Oh, spare me the psychiatrist bit, Niles. That includes putting down the pad! ... In the drawer, Niles!

Frasier: I expressed my distaste for the way I'd been treated, yes.
Niles: Frasier, she rejected you in the most debilitating way a man can be rejected. You've got to more than "sort of" tell her how that felt.
Frasier: Well, I can't just tell Diane how awful she made me feel now. It's a distant memory for her. I'd feel weak.
Niles: You have no reason to feel weak. You've moved on in your life, too. You have a new career, new wealth, new success. You simply need closure in this one area.
Frasier: You know, what you just said made a lot of sense.
Niles: You're going to get closure.
Frasier: No, that business about my success. I tuned you out after that. I'm going to invite Diane over for dinner tonight, and I'm really gonna flaunt my success, really rub her nose in it. That'll prove I'm not just some cast-aside that never got over her. Niles, I know it's not psychologically sound. But we're still human. We have to do what feels good sometimes, don't we?

Diane: What a tasteful abode.
Frasier: Well, it's modest in its way.
Diane: Oh, that's what I like about it. After the rambling beach house I've been living in, I'm ready for something smart and efficient.
Frasier: White wine, Diane? I'm pouring an '85 Montrachet La Guiche I purchased at auction.
Diane: Oh, I always keep a bottle of that open myself.

Diane: Well, Martin, it's been too long. How have you been?
Martin: Well, my wife died, I got shot in the hip, and I had to move in with Frasier 'cause I kept falling down in the shower.
Diane: Well, you look wonderful! [pats his leg] Yes, you do!
Martin: That's the bad one.
Diane: Oh!

Daphne: Care for an olive?
Diane:Oh, thank you.
Frasier: These are a Pyreenean taste treat. They're handpicked and bottled by Andalusian monks.
Daphne: [lifting Frasier's "Man of the Year" cup] You can spit the pits in here.

Daphne: So, you haven't told us how you've come to be in Seattle.
Diane: Oh, a small theater group has decided to produce a play I've written.
Frasier: Which one?
Diane: Oh, my most recent work. It's a sort of feminist odyssey, experimental in places, in tone akin to Saroyan, with a soupcon of Gide, and a hearty nod to Clifford Odets.
Frasier: I meant which theater?
Diane: Oh. The Roundabout.
Martin: That seems appropriate.

Diane: Oh, everything I told you tonight is a lie. I'm sorry for this. Oh, I must look just awful.
Martin: Your cheek stopped jumping.

[Going over to Niles' table in the coffeehouse]
Frasier: My God, Niles, it's such a glorious day. I walked all the way here. Thirty-two blocks, and Bruno Mallies be damned. Oh yes, I see the look. I know exactly what it means, too. How could I very well say "no" to Diane? She
came to me in crisis. Oh, excuse me, a double cappuccino, please. Light cinnamon, thank you very much. [sighs] Oh, you know, the change in Diane has really been quite gratifying. Dropped her off at the theater
today, and there was a smile on her face that I haven't seen in... well, far too many years. Oh, I know what you're thinking. Where did she get the money to do the play? Well, she found a backer. ... It's tax deductible! [The waitress brings his coffee] Thank you. Oh, why don't you go ahead and say what you're thinking, Niles? That I'm falling for her again. "Well, you did bounce in here as though you were on top of the world, and babbling about her smile"- I just don't want to hear it, Niles! I'm simply helping her to get back on her feet and out of my life as quickly as possible. No, I don't know how long it's going to take. Look, I said I don't know. Oh, really, Niles! Curse you, you are the most infuriating busybody. I'm not sitting with you.
[After Frasier takes his drink and walks away from the table, Niles pulls out his pad and starts writing]

Frasier: Are you sure you're ready for this?
Diane: Oh, yes, it's time. Tonight, I bare myself to you.
[Martin ducks behind the pillar]
Frasier: Big step, Diane.
Diane: Oh, well, I have to say I'm a little nervous about it. But, barring any lighting or prop problems, the whole thing will be over in a couple of hours.
Martin: Hello! People still in the house here!