Niles: Psst, Frasier. Can you get me a latte?
Frasier: Why don't you just get it yourself, Niles? Oh, that's right. It's bad mugambo for you to enter.
Niles: You know I promised Daphne.
Frasier: Yes, yes, and woe betide he who disobeyeth the oracle.

Niles: Maybe if I get it to go, and don't sit down, I won't actually be breaking my promise to Daphne.
Frasier: Step aside everybody. Big set of onions coming through.

Frasier: Anyway, Dr. Tewksbury, I was just wondering, did you happen to read the article on behavior modification in.
Dr. Tewksbury: Now, Frasier, let's not talk shop. You don't want to bore Roz.
Roz: Oh, it's all just white noise to me, now.

Daphne: How could you come down here? You broke your promise.
Niles: And my patella.
Daphne: Well, nothing bad would have happened if you'd paid attention to my premonition.
Niles: Well, actually, nothing bad would have happened if you hadn't shown up.
Daphne: Well, it wouldn't have not happened had I not shown up.
Niles: Well, it wouldn't not have happened if you hadn't not shown up.
Daphne: And I wouldn't have shown up had I not known that you wouldn't have been able to not come down here.
Niles: Well, I'm not... not... not... what?
Daphne: My point exactly. You don't listen.

Niles: Well, I hope she doesn't expect me to run in there after her.
Frasier: Good for you, Niles.
Niles: With this knee I can only hobble.

Daphne: No. I'm talking about legitimate professionals.
Niles: All right, all right. But it has to be a real scientist. Not some huckster who comes here with crystals and a ghost-o-meter.
Daphne: As long as you have an open mind. And it's pronounced "ghostometers".

Niles: I'm glad we worked this out.
Daphne: Me too.
Niles: And now that we've made up, maybe we could...
Daphne: Well, I guess we know who's not psychic.

Frasier: Yes, well, I'm happy for you, Roz. It's just a little difficult imagining the two of you together.
Roz: You don't think I can appreciate a sophisticated man? You know, it's not just about sex for me, Frasier.
Dr. Tewksbury: Uh, do you have a stepladder? My pants are stuck in the ceiling fan.

Niles: So, Daphne, do you still want to go through with this?
Daphne: I'm ready if you are.
Niles: All right, Doctor, she's all yours.
Dr. Morey: Great. Now, I've got a card...
Daphne: Ace of spades!
Dr. Morey: ...with my office and fax number on it.
Daphne: And your address!
Dr. Morey: Correct.

Daphne: I'm sorry, Dr. Morey, we've wasted your time.
Dr. Morey: It's okay. The dog told me a couple of funny jokes while we were waiting. ... I'm kidding. [Niles and Daphne laugh] They weren't that funny.