Guard: And you, Miss? Did you enjoy Canada?
Daphne: [in her American accent] Sure!
Guard: And the weather?
Daphne: Sure. Sure.

Guard: I see you've got a badge there.
Martin: Oh, yeah!
Guard: Are you a policeman?
Martin: Retired. Thirty years on the Seattle police force. Me of all people should know better, huh?
Frasier: Absolutely.
Niles: Definitely.
Daphne: [in her American accent] Sure.

Frasier: [to Eddie] They would have returned you eventually!

Martin: You know Frasier, I just can't help it. When we're alone together I just don't know what the hell to say. I'm sure you figured out that's why I asked Daphne to come along.
Frasier: Well, I had my suspicions but I hoped that wasn't the case.
Martin: Oh, knock it off. That's why you asked Niles to come along, too.
Frasier: Well, that's why I asked him, but that's not why he came.

Niles: Just tell him you think it's a bad idea.
Frasier: I can't do that, he's counting on this trip too much. It was his dream, he was going to go on this trip with Mom.
Niles: Yeah, but she lucked out and died!

Daphne: This calls for a celebration.
Martin: Yeah, let's pop open a couple of beers. I think I've got a bag of pork rinds in here, too.
Frasier: Oh, the final touch. I almost feel like I'm in a trailer park already!

Niles: Oh, my God! It's like being sealed upright in a Formica coffin!

Martin: Remember the old days, Niles? When they were kids, all they had in the back seat was a mayonnaise jar.
Frasier: Yes, it took quite a bit of skill to use it successfully at seventy miles per hour! Never really been fond of mayonnaise since.
Niles: Or speed bumps.

Martin: Would you look at that view. It's like we're really there!
Frasier: Yes, but if we were actually there, Dad, we'd be whizzing past at fifty miles per hour.

Niles: Oh Frasier, look. It's the gourmet food department.
Frasier: Oh. Homemade deer jerky!
Niles: "No sampling."
Frasier: No problem!