Frasier: Niles.
Niles: Frasier. Odd to see you without Woody in tow. He off teasing ferrets?

Niles: I would love to help. I'm sorry, you're on your own.
Frasier: No, no, no, please, Niles. Really, I'm desperate. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to feign interest in the same old stories over and over again?
Niles: And you call yourself a psychiatrist? You wouldn't last a week in private practice.

Frasier: Niles? Please? Please, I need you. It's going to be an excruciating journey into... Oh, Roz! Hey, you know what, are you up for a night on the town?
Roz: This wouldn't be the invitation that Niles just blew off, would it?
Frasier: Oh, all right. Here, please. My old friend Woody is dragging me out again tonight. I could really use a buffer. He's taking me to some God-awful karaoke bar.
Roz: Are you gonna sing?
Frasier: No.
Roz: Okay, I'll go.

Noel: Hey, guys. Hi, Roz.
Frasier: Hi, Noel.
Noel: [to Roz] I see you're at... our table.
Gil: "Our table"? Oh, is there an office romance brewing?
Roz: No, Gil. We're just friends, right Noel?
Noel: [fingers crossed] So far.
Gil: [to Noel] Well, who knows what the night has in store? We're all going for karaoke. Why don't you join us?
Noel: Count me in.
Roz: Is that my beeper?
Frasier: I didn't hear anything.
Roz: Oh, my God!
Frasier: Roz!
Roz: It's the babysitter, she only calls in an emergency. I have to go, bye! Taxi!
Frasier: Roz, wait!
Noel: Roz, wait!
Gil: Well, looks as it's just us boys.

[Doorbell rings]
Niles: Oh, surprise, guess who?
Frasier: Dear God. I just left him. What moonlit berry-picking expedition does he have planned for me now?

Frasier: I think you're gonna like this place.
Niles: Well, I do already. N.M.B.
Frasier: N.M.B?
Niles: No Mariachi Band.

Frasier: Oh, dear God. Quick, hide your face with your menu. Woody's over there. If he sees us he'll know I lied.
Niles: When did you lie?
Frasier: I told him I was going out of town.
Niles: No, you didn't. He told you he was going out of town.
Frasier: That's right. He lied. He should be hiding. [calls] Woody! Woody!

Daphne: Oh, that was beautiful.
Martin: Yeah. You know, Niles, that was the first movie I ever took your mother to see. I deliberately picked a tear jerker so I'd be there to comfort her. At the first sniffle, I was on her like an octopus.
Daphne: You men. You always find a way to make us more vulnerable to your clumsy advances. Ooh, that wine went straight to my head.
Niles: Let's kill off the bottle, shall we?