Roz: I brought your bio.
Frasier: Oh, yes, well I'll have to deal with that tomorrow, Roz, I've got to be across town in half an hour. I'm previewing a new Benjamin Locklear exhibit and then I'm having dinner with the artist afterward. Promises to be a very exciting evening.
Daphne: And what lucky lady are you sharing it with?
Frasier: Well, I'm going alone.
Daphne: Oh, I'm sorry.
Frasier: Well, don't be. Truth is, I'm a pretty terrific date. I know when to arrive, I know when to call it a night, and frankly, I always leave myself wanting more.

Daphne: No, we should go with my person first. You don't have the best track record.
Roz: Me? Whenever you've set me up with guys, I knew they were losers the second I saw them. They turned out to be bad in bed, too.

Martin: It's been a long time since Frasier was excited about someone. I kind of miss that spring in his step, you know. The nervous energy he gets where every first date might be "the one." The electricity of that 30-point self-inspection before he rolls out of the showroom.

Daphne: What about Jennifer? She's pretty, smart, she has those perky breasts...
Niles: I wouldn't call them perky so much as, uh... I don't remember Jennifer.

Niles: There is this one woman I know - Lisa. She'd be great. They share a lot of interests. She even owns a bookstore.
Daphne: You've been holding out on me.
Niles: Well, she's a former patient, so that's kind of an ethical gray area. I'm not sure I'm comfortable setting her up with Frasier.
Daphne: What if she didn't know you were setting her up? You could point her out to me and then I could strike up a friendship. We could go out for coffee, see movies, tell each other everything. Maybe I was a little hasty making Roz my maid of honor.

Daphne: Well, what if they just happened to meet by themselves?
Niles: Like at her bookstore?
Daphne: Exactly.
Niles: Frasier is always going into bookstores. She does own a bookstore. Over time, it's highly probable he would find himself in her bookstore. Perhaps I could just place them within range of one another, and I'd just stay out of sight.
Daphne: That'll do. So what does she look like, anyway?
Niles: Oh my God, she's gorgeous. She has these... I'd have to check my notes.

Frasier: You know, while we're here, I'd like to try to find a book on the early British monarchy. I've recently read The Isles: A History, and they didn't go into as much detail as I might have liked about the Plantagenets.
Niles: Hmm. Well, um, you know, why don't you ask someone here? I found the staff her very knowledgeable.
Frasier: Well, um, yes, all right, all right, I'll be right back.
Frasier: Ah, excuse me. Um, do you happen to have a book on the Plantagenets?
Clark: That's like a banana, right?
Frasier: Never mind.
Niles: Any luck?
Frasier: Finding dunderheads, yes.

Frasier: I would like to speak with the store owner please.
Niles: Oh, what's going on?
Frasier: I'm going to give the owner a piece of my mind.
Niles: Ooh, that's all right. That's all right. Forget it. I don't want the book.
Frasier: Yes, you do. You're getting the book.
Niles: No, I don't.
Frasier: You're getting the book and a discount.
Clark: Lisa, we have a card challenge at checkout.
Niles: No, no, no. Challenge withdrawn.
Frasier: Over my protest.
Niles: No, no. Look, we're leaving. Everything's okay.
Frasier: All right, all right. You know, by the way, you have an alphabetical misfile, but I'm not telling you where.

Susanna: I thought since you were making dinner, I'd add a little contribution of my own. It's nothing special, just a key lime pie.
Roz: "Nothing special." She made the whole thing herself from scratch. The crust, the meringue. She even baked it in a pie plate she fired in her own home kiln.
Susanna: In my spare time, I use my power of invisibility to fight crime.
Roz: Am I overselling this a little?
Frasier: Just a bit, yes, Roz.

Roz: You know, Susanna, now would be a good time to show Frasier your portfolio. Susanna's an artist. She even has a gallery that shows her paintings exclusively.
Susanna: It's not so much a gallery as a restaurant/bowling alley.
Roz: She's a hell of a bowler, too. Someone better snatch her up before she joins a league and there go her Saturday nights.
Frasier: Roz, go make your call, all right?