Martin: If I were you I'd just lie to him. Tell him you have to work, or you met a pretty girl.
Daphne: [singing] Who's that pretty girl in the mirror there? What mirror, where? Who could that attractive girl be? Which, what, where, who? Who?
Martin: Daphne?
Daphne: Who?
Martin: Daphne?
Daphne: Who?
Frasier: Daphne!
Martin: Bedtime.
Daphne: I used to be with a light opera works.
Frasier: Yes, fine, and I used to be a fan dancer. Get out. Go to bed.

Frasier: It's a shame we have to cut it short.
Woody: It sure is. Well, goodbye.
Frasier: Goodnight, Wood. [closes door] God bless the virus that invaded that little girl's ear canal.

Noel: Knock knock?
Roz: Noel...
Noel: Oh, I haven't seen that outfit before, set your phasers on stunning.

Roz: Listen, I need to talk to you. I can not accept anniversary gifts.
Noel: Oh, I know that. I was just making a little joke. I know we're just friends. I saw this and it made me think of you.
Roz: Okay. Thanks. It's really sweet.
Noel: Oh, if you're not going to open it for a while, you might want to move the the ribbon. It's blocking the air holes.

Daphne: Here. I made you some lamb stew.
Martin: I'm telling you, there's something weird about Eddie.
Daphne: Oh, for the love of God, not this again.
Martin: You never should have taken him to those dog groomers.
Daphne: I had to bring him. His toenails were like Howard Hughes's and his breath smelled like an autopsy.
Martin: Well, look at him. They did something to him. The sparkle's gone from his eyes.
Daphne: Yes, and so are those gooey green bits.

Frasier: Oh, Niles.
Niles: Hello, Frasier. I know this is impromptu, but I'm going to an oboe recital and I thought you might want to join me.
Frasier: Well, I'm sorry, Niles. An old friend of mine came in from out of town, I invited him to come over this evening.
Niles: Well, have him join us. I'm sure we can get three seats together.
Frasier: Ah, well, I'm not sure an oboe recital's what I had in mind. I was thinking of something a little more raucous.
Niles: Well, if it's raucous you're looking for, we could go and get a nightcap at the piano bar at the Mayflower Hotel. It's Jerome Kern night. Last time people were shouting out requests without raising their hands.

Frasier: No, I'm afraid we'll have to pass. You see, my friend Woody is an old bar chum from back at Cheers. What I had in mind was really more of a beer-swilling, back-slapping kind of night, if you know what I mean? You're certainly welcome to join if you like.

[As Eddie runs in]
Woody: Oh hey, who's this little guy?
Martin: I'm not sure I even know anymore.
Woody: [to Frasier] My dad's getting the same way.

Martin: [quietly] Boy, these guys are really getting through the beers, aren't they?
Daphne: Oh, yes. If this keeps up, you may have to fish out that emergency can you keep in the toilet tank.

Woody: Hey, how you doin', little guy?
Martin: His name's Eddie.
Woody: Hey, good for you, Mr Crane. [to Frasier] They have good days, and they have bad days.