Frasier: Niles, please, come out here. Now, come on.
Niles: Why should I? There's nothing for me out there. It's all lawyers and ex-wives and broken hearts. All I have to contend with under here is a couple of dust bunnies. A few cobwebs. Some kind of a nest. Dear God, doesn't your vacuum come with any attachments?

Frasier: You know, I can't believe you're being so casual about this. Do you realize you're asking me to do something completely unethical?
Martin: Oh, for God's sake, nobody's even going to know.
Frasier: Yes, but that's the point. Ethics are what we do when no one else is looking. For heaven's sake, I learned that from you. Are you saying you wouldn't have any trouble with this?
Martin: Niles? Here. [throws him the cloth]
Niles: Thank you.
Martin: [to Frasier] Let me tell you something. One time when I was on the force, I saw a guy shoot somebody. When we caught him, I started to read him his rights, but he slipped out of his cuffs and he swung at me so I didn't get a chance to finish. Two months later, I'm on the stand, and his lawyer asks me if I read his rights in full. Now, if I say no this guy walks, and this guy has been in and out of jail all his life, he could have read me his rights. So I say, "Yes, I did. I read them in full." I lied under oath. Now, you might think that I did an unethical thing, but there's not a doubt in my mind that I did the right thing.

Frasier: Well, Dad, I'm still not sure what I'm going to do.
Martin: Why do you have to make everything so complicated?
Frasier: I don't know. I just know that I'm never going to figure out anything with you barking in my ear.
Martin: Well, where are you going?
Frasier: To get some air.
Martin: Oh, yeah, yeah, run away, just like you always do. [to Niles, still under the piano] Boy, I sometimes don't understand your brother. I guess some of us can deal with a tough situation head on, and others just need an escape.

Frasier: Daphne's still in the conference room. The place is slithering with Maris's lawyers.
Niles: Never a mongoose around when you need one.

Donny: I want a word alone with your brother here.
Frasier: Right. Uh, I wish there was something I could do, Niles.
Niles: Well, there is. When you go home this afternoon, leave a bottle of sherry under the piano.

Niles: I can't remember the last time I felt this way. The air is sweeter and colors are brighter. It's as if my very senses have come alive.
Frasier: It makes perfect sense, Niles. You've just won your life back.
Niles: Oh, wait, Frasier, watch this! [stops a passing waiter] Excuse me? Today's special blend... [sniffs the air] Jamaican Blue Mountain.
Waiter: Yes, it is.
Frasier: Niles, that's very good. That's my favorite. Well done.
Niles: Beans were gathered on the shady side of the northern slope...
Frasier: Don't push it.

Niles: I still can't believe this is all over. And I never dreamed I'd get a settlement like that. I'll be able to get my
whole life back. My apartment, my car. And I owe it all to one amazing man.
Frasier: Well, thank you, Niles, but I can't take all the credit. [laughs] I know, you're thinking of Donny.
Niles: Well, don't think I'm not grateful for all you did.
Frasier: You know, actually, to tell the truth, if it hadn't been for me badgering you to change your lawyers, Donny Douglas never would have come into your life.
[Frasier sees Daphne enter the cafe on the arms of Donny]
Frasier: Of course, we mustn't forget Roz's part in all of this.
Niles: Waiter. [to Frasier] Who understands why anything happens? I mean, it's remarkable how completely one's life can change in an instant-
[Niles turns around and sees Daphne and Donny kissing]
Frasier: Oh, Niles.

Daphne: Listen to us. We sound like an old married couple.
Donny: I know. You know, Frasier, if you hadn't brought Niles to the office, then, ah, none of this would have happened. I guess I owe you one.
Frasier: Well, now, we mustn't forget Roz's part in all of this.

Frasier: Well, Roz. Oh, baby pictures?
Roz: Actually, these aren't the most flattering.
Frasier: Oh, nonsense. Baby Alice couldn't possibly take a bad picture. Oh, well, that's just adorable, the
silly little one with the jam all over her face.
Roz: Well, actually that's not jam, Frasier. It's baby eczema.
Frasier: Oh. Well, don't worry about that. That sort of thing is bound to clear up. [looking at the next picture] Or spread.
Roz: Just give them back.

Niles: Hello, all.
Frasier: Niles.
Niles: Ooh, baby pictures!
Roz: Oh, I really don't want anyone to look at those.
Niles: Well, I don't know why not. Botticelli himself couldn't have painted a more perfect angel.
Roz: Thank you, Niles. She is precious, isn't she?
[Niles gives Frasier a pained look, to which Frasier mouths "I know"]