Frasier: Listen, I'm at a restaurant, waiting for Cassandra Stone, you know, our new publicity director? She asked me out for dinner, and well, I was very flattered. I mean, I think she's a terrific woman. It's just I'm starting to wonder if this is a business dinner, or more of a romantic date.
Roz: Well, you're going out for dinner on Valentine's Day. It sounds like a date to me.
Frasier: Yes, well, she didn't know it was Valentine's Day until I reminded her. She did say she wanted to go over a new ad campaign.
Roz: Oh, come on, every time I see you two together, she's got her hands all over you.
Frasier: She's always got her hands all over everybody. She's a big flirt.
Roz: That's true. She even flirted with me the first time I met her 'til I took off my baseball cap and parka.

Roz: Oh, there's my date.
Frasier: Oh, who are you going out with tonight?
Roz: Oh, Bob. You know, the tax accountant."The Cricket"?
Roz: No, I call him "The Cricket" because he rubs his hands together really fast during sex. Bye.
Frasier: Goodbye.

Cassandra: Oh, God, I can't believe we got caught in that rainstorm, I'm freezing.
Frasier: Yes, me too.
Cassandra: Oh, I know something we can do to warm up really fast.
Frasier: Yes, all we have to do is...
Cassandra: Have a brandy.
Frasier: Yes! Let's have a brandy.

Frasier: Roz. Roz, it's not as clear-cut as it seems.
Roz: Look, Frasier, she is way out on a limb here. Do you know how rejected she's gonna feel if you don't make a move? You're gonna blow it forever.
Frasier: You're right. I'll take off my jacket.
Roz: Yeah. Go get 'em, cowboy.

Martin: You know, Daph, I'm really impressed with you. A lot of people get all insecure if they don't have a date on Valentine's Day, but not you.
Daphne: Oh, heaven's no. If you think about it, it's just a silly holiday they made up to sell more flowers and candy.
Martin: Right. Well, you take a look at the menu and I'll check your coat.
Daphne: Oh, there's no need for that. So, what looks good to you?
Martin: The coat-check girl. Give me your coat.

Martin: Well, I know what I'm in the mood for. A nice big steak. How about you? [Daphne sobs] What happened?
Daphne: Well, look around you. Nothing but couples in love. It's never gonna be me. I'm just going to end up a
dried-up old maid in a quilted bathrobe with a smelly deaf cat on my lap.
Martin: But I thought you said you were okay with that.
Daphne: What?

Martin: All right, Daph. Come on, now, come on, now, don't get upset, here, have a drink of water or somethin'.
Daphne: Oh, I'm sorry about this.
Martin: That's OK.
Daphne: I don't know what came over me. I haven't cried like that since, well... New Year's Eve. [breaking down]

Martin: You have a lot of very great qualities.
Daphne: Thank you. I'm so sorry about this. I know it makes you uncomfortable to talk about personal things.
Martin: Yeah, well, that's all right. So, you ready to order?
Daphne: Yeah. [they study the menus for a moment] What kind of qualities?
Martin: Well... you know, you're smart, and nice-looking, and fun to be with. So you gonna go with the soup or salad?
Daphne: You really think I'm nice-looking?
Martin: Well, sure, yeah. Where's that guy with the bread?
Daphne: That is so sweet of you.
Martin: Well, don't mention it. Let's just have a nice happy evening.
Daphne: Of course. I'm fine now. ... Nice-looking how?
Martin: Oh, geez!
Martin: Well, you know, you're pretty and, uh, tall, and, uh, take good care of your hair, you know. You're attractive, what do you want from me?
Daphne: Well, I'm sorry, but I don't hear this sort of thing very much lately.