Frasier: Roz, I'm back.
Roz: Okay. She ditched her dress and she's hitting the sauce. What do you need, runway lights on the mattress?

Niles: [on the phone] Francois. It's Niles Crane. You delivered some champagne earlier for Valentine's Day? Well, you brought over the '88 and I asked for the '85. Yes, my date will know the difference, she happens to be the president of our wine club. Thank you, thank you. Yes, remember, I won't be at home. No, I'm not entertaining at the Shangri-La. My brother was kind enough to let me use his apartment. Well, what could I do? I threw a blanket over it.

[Roz answers her phone]
Roz: Hello.
Frasier: Roz, it's Frasier. Look, I need your help.
Roz: Well, I don't have much time, I'm on my way out.
Frasier: Okay, just answer me this. How do you know if you're on a date?
Roz: Are you alone?
Frasier: Yes.
Roz: Then you're not on a date.

Cassandra: Sorry again for keeping you waiting. I got sucked in at this cocktail party.
Frasier: Oh, you were at a cocktail party.
Cassandra: Some benefit thing. It was very fancy. Obviously, why else would I show up wearing this?
Frasier: Why else indeed.
[Frasier waves away the approaching violinist]
Cassandra: Oh, they have the best wine list here. Do you feel like sharing a bottle?
Frasier: If you like.
Cassandra: Good thing I took a cab here, I'm a real lightweight. Then again, I'm sure a gentleman like you wouldn't mind escorting me back to my room after dinner, will you?
Frasier: Oh, I think that can be arranged.
[Frasier signals for the violinist to come over]
Cassandra: I love the food here.
Frasier: What do you recommend?
Cassandra: I'll start with the anchovies and red peppers, and then the garlic chicken with scallions.
[Frasier waves the violinist away again]
Cassandra: Are you in the mood for oysters?
Frasier: Actually, I'm not sure.

[Frasier calls Roz on his cellphone from Cassandra's hotel room]
Roz: Hello.
Frasier: Roz. It's Frasier.
Roz: Where are you?
Frasier: I'm in Cassandra's hotel room. She invited me up here after dinner. I'm just not sure what it means.
Roz: What it means? It means is that even a blind pig finds an acorn once in a while.

Cassandra: [o.s] Frasier? Are you making yourself comfortable?
Frasier: Yes.
Cassandra: If it's okay, I still have some questions about the ad campaign I'd like to ask you.
[Frasier quickly puts his jacket back on]
Frasier: Well, that's why I'm here.
Cassandra: Or if you prefer, we could just talk about it over breakfast tomorrow.
Frasier: Breakfast, you say?
Cassandra: I hope I wasn't being presumptuous. We will be having breakfast tomorrow, won't we?
Frasier: Absolutely.
[Frasier takes his jacket off again and starts removing his shirt]
Cassandra: Great. So who else is going to be there?
Frasier: Where?
Cassandra: At the breakfast meeting. The one for the sponsors here at the hotel, tomorrow. You just said you were going, right?
Frasier: The meeting. Of course.
[Frasier is putting shirt back on as Cassandra comes out of the bathroom]
Cassandra: Frasier, what are you doing?
Frasier: Well, I, uh
Cassandra: I thought you said you were going to make yourself comfortable. Why don't you check the closet? I'm sure you'll find something in there you can slip on. I'm just going to take my lenses out.
[As Cassandra returns to the bathroom, Frasier starts to undress again]
Cassandra: You know, I'm really glad I asked you to dinner.
Frasier: Gosh, so am I.
Cassandra: You may not believe this, but I almost chickened out at the last minute. It just goes to show it's always better to take the risk. I mean, so you say "No." I'm an adult, what's a little embarrassment?
Frasier: I couldn't agree more.
[As a shirtless Frasier gets a robe out of the closet]
Cassandra: Did you find the slippers?
Frasier: What?
Cassandra: In the closet. You stepped in that puddle after dinner, I thought you might want to get out of those wet shoes and socks. [Frasier starts to dress again] I mean, it's up to you, I know some people feel funny about taking
their shoes off in someone else's room. My gosh, it's really starting to come down out there. You know what I'm thinking?
Frasier: No. I truly don't.

Cassandra: Well, it doesn't make much sense for you to drive home in this weather, especially since you are coming back for breakfast anyway. Why don't you just stay over tonight?
Frasier: All right. When you say "Stay over", you mean of course...?
[Cassandra returns from the bathroom wearing only a shirt. She does not seem surprised to see Frasier shirtless and removing his pants]
Cassandra:Stay here.
Frasier: Oh, here. Right. Splendid.
[After Cassandra sits on the bed, Frasier starts to sit down, too]
Cassandra: Oh, my God!
Frasier: [jumping up] What? I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Cassandra: I just can't believe it's so late. What are you sorry for?
Frasier: Oh, just for... keeping you up so late.
Cassandra: Oh, that's all right. Aren't you coming to bed?
Frasier: Oh, yes. Coming to bed. Coming to... this bed.
Cassandra: Well, would you mind turning the lights out?
Frasier: Oh, no, no, not at all. [Frasier turns the lights off] You know, Cassandra, I know this may sound like a silly
question seeing as how we're in bed together and nearly naked, and... I've just been wondering, is this a romantic date or a business thing?
[Cassandra starts to snore]
Frasier: Cassandra? Cassandra? [after tapping noises:] Roz, it's Frasier!

Martin: Wow, I wish there was somethin' else I could check. Besides my blood pressure.

Martin: Well, you're just in a slump, that's all. You ask me, you're a great catch.
Waiter: It's not my place to say so, Miss, but I think your father's right. You're a very attractive woman.
Daphne: Well, how about that? That's a nice little ego boost.
Martin: Yeah.
Daphne: I feel so silly all of a sudden. Getting upset out of nowhere like that. Well, I feel better now. Ready to share a nice big steak?
Martin: Yeah, fine, whatever.
Daphne: What's wrong with you?
Martin: Why did he assume I was your father? I mean, a lot of guys my age go out with women like you. What's he trying to say? That I could never attract someone young and pretty?
Daphne: Well, thank you, Mr. Crane.
Martin: Does this all have to be about you?
Daphne: Oh, for heaven's sakes. You're a very attractive man with lots of wonderful qualities.
Martin: Yeah, yeah, I know. All right, let's order. [they look at the menus] Like what?
Daphne: Oh, come on now. You're very charming, and you have a good sense of humor. And you've got lovely eyes. But most of all, you're good company. I enjoy living with you.
Martin: Well, thank you, Daphne. I like living with you, too.

Daphne: Thank you. [after a momentary look at the menus] So why do you like living with me?
Martin: Oh, for God's sake, can't we just agree to cut this out?
Daphne: Oh, all right, all right. You're wonderful, I'm wonderful. You know, it's funny when I think about the two of us. I mean, sure, we have our little fights, but for the most part we get along so well together. And when I think about how I enjoy looking after you, and how you always seem to miss me when I've been gone for too long, well it's sort of like you're my...
Martin: What?
Daphne: No, it might sound funny to say this.
Martin: No, come on, that's all right, you can say it.
Daphne: All right. Well, it's sort of like you're my pet.
Martin: What?
Daphne: In a good sense. Like you and Eddie.
Martin: What the hell you talking about? You calling me a dog now?
Daphne: It's an analogy, for God's sake.
Martin: I can't believe it. I take you out to buy you a nice meal, and you call me a dog.
Daphne: I give you a bath sometimes.
Martin: I wish I ate as well as Eddie, I'll tell you that.
Daphne: Well, it wouldn't hurt you to cook once in a while.
Martin: Instead of the slop you give me.