Dr. Morey: You know, Daphne, I'm always curious, when was it that you first suspected you had psychic ability?
Daphne: Oh, years ago, when I was a little girl. Grammy Moon first saw the gift in me. See, I was a girl in a house full of boys, which I hated, until Grammy told me that only Moon women had second sight. She had it, her mother had it and so on. After that, I began noticing I could sense things before they happened, sort of like a secret power. Anyway, it's just always been a part of who I am.

Frasier: Niles, I still can't believe you ever agreed to this. Those tests are based on nothing more than subjective evidence and lucky guesses.
Daphne: Yes, nothing at all like the subjective evidence and lucky guesses psychiatry is based on.
Martin: Thank you.

Frasier: Ah, the weekend warriors have returned.
Daphne: Yeah. You better watch out, Dr. Crane, I'm getting pretty good at kickboxing.
Niles: It's true. She hits so hard they're calling her "The British Pound."

Martin: I know exactly what you're talking about. In Korea, I had this commanding officer, Lieutenant Franks. I would have followed that guy into the gates of hell. I saw him a few years later, he was flipping hamburgers in a fast food place. That was hard to handle. I mean this guy took me under his wing and molded me.
Frasier: Like a mentor?
Martin: Yeah, exactly. He always used to say that one day he'd be taking orders from me. I just never thought it'd be for extra onions.
Frasier: So how did you handle it?
Martin: Well, I just realized it was my problem, not his. And I wasn't gonna let it erase all that he'd meant to me. So I marched right back into that kitchen and saluted him. And after we were talking a while, I realized nothing had changed. He was still the same hard-charging man's man who wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Which is why I never ate there again.

Daphne: You hit pretty hard yourself there, "Nails." I'm going to hop in the shower.
Frasier: "Nails"?
Niles: Oh, you scratch one guy.

Niles: Oh, I didn't realize your mentor was still in town.
Frasier: Yes, and because of it, I've been the fortunate recipient of some informal therapy. It's really been quite enlightening. You know, I consider myself lucky to be in the hands of such a master.
Niles: Well, I'm happy for you, Frasier. He is a gifted psychiatrist, even if I don't share your godlike worship of him.
Frasier: Oh, I simply have a healthy respect for the man, Niles. It's hardly worship.
Niles: Oh, please. You're one step away from seeing his image appear in a tortilla.

Roz: Yes, Alice is been visiting her grandmother for the week. So, I finally have some time to myself. I tell you, it's great shopping without her pulling down a display rack. Not only that, I actually woke up today without someone jumping on the bed and sticking her little fingers up my nose.
Frasier: Yes.
Roz: And I didn't have to spend half the morning combing knots out of that little girl's curls... [starting to sob]
Frasier: [hands her his cell phone] Give Alice my love.
Roz: [getting up] Thank you, I will.

Frasier: Dr. Tewksbury, this is my producer Roz Doyle. And my brother Niles. Niles, Dr. Tewksbury.
Niles: Hello, how do you do?
Dr. Tewksbury: I don't believe we've ever met, but I seem to recall reading a fascinating paper of yours recently.
Niles: Oh, yes, it was probably the one about phobias. Oh, can't sit. Can't sit.
Frasier: [to Dr. Tewskbury] It's a long story.

Frasier: Niles, you all right?
Niles: Oh, no, I've aggravated my old bossa nova injury.

Dr. Tewksbury: Well, what was that all about?
Roz: Well, she thinks she's psychic, but he doesn't believe her.
Dr. Tewksbury: Well, no matter who's right or wrong, Niles needs to set up stricter boundaries with his patients. I learned that from years of practice.
Roz: No, no. She's not his patient, she's his girlfriend.
Dr. Tewksbury: Oh, well in that case, no matter who's right or wrong, he's wrong. I learned that from years of marriage.