Roz: Frasier, would you please give this to Freddie for me? It's for his spelling bee tomorrow.
Frasier: Roz, it's not a spelling bee. It's the National Championship.
Roz: Oh. Ooh, when's Lilith coming in?
Frasier: Actually, she's not coming in. She'll be watching the competition ion from home. Her victory dance at the state finals earned her a long overdue suspension.

Frasier: So, what is this anyway?
Roz: It's a flattened penny. I found it at the railroad tracks once when I was going through a really bad time. But as soon as I picked it up, I started getting lucky.
Frasier: Oh, so that's where it all started.
Roz: No. Why are you turning a nice gesture into something dirty?
Frasier: I'm sorry, Roz. I know it didn't bring you that kind of luck.
Roz: Thank you.
Frasier: Because that would be one tired penny.

Frasier: Eddie Crane, from Seattle, your word is "woof".
[Martin prods Eddie. Eddie barks.]
Martin: [mumbling] W-O-O-F.
[Martin nudges Eddie, who barks again]

Martin: Aren't you two going a little overboard with this? The drills, the stance, the spelling diet...
Frasier: Dad, Freddie really wants to win this competition. I'm doing my best to help him.
Martin: Well, you shouldn't over train him. He needs to have some fun.
Frasier: I told him he could bring his clarinet.

Martin: Well, your Uncle Niles has a painful history with spelling bees.
Frederick: Really? Was he any good?
Martin: Oh, one of the best to ever compete.
Freddie: Better than you Dad?
Frasier: Son, as good as I was, my spelling couldn't compare with Niles's. He was right up there with the likes of William Karek from Akron, and that Peterson girl from Omaha.
Martin: Except your uncle was even younger. Some people thought he wasn't ready, that it was a mistake to bring him up to the show right of elementary school, but he made it. All the way to the last word.
Frederick: What happened?
Frasier: He didn't even try to spell it. He just stood there for a moment, then turned and walked off the stage.
Martin: He was immediately disqualified and he never competed again.
Frederick: Never?
Martin: Sure, he'd spell now and again. But only to help you out. And you had to really need it, 'cause he could spot a set-up a mile away.
Frederick: Wow. Sounds to me like he choked.
Martin: Choked. [dramatic voice] Or, was he the victim of an elaborate conspiracy?
Frederick: Really?
Martin: Oh, I thought I heard him coming down the hall. He choked.

Daphne: When you were spelling that last word, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
Roz: Weren't you scared?
Frederick: A little, but then I just kinda relaxed.
Frasier: That is your spelling stance working for you. Bend at the knees, spell with ease.

Daphne: Well, this calls for a toast. Is it all right if Freddie has a little C-H-A-M-P-A-G...
Frasier: Daphne, he's the best speller in the country.
Daphne: So I should get the good stuff?
Frasier: Yes.

Martin: Gather 'round, everybody. Almost time for ESPN to air Freddie's interview.
Frasier: Oh, that's right! [picking up the remote] ... You know, I have no idea where ESPN is.

Roz: See, I told you that penny would bring him good luck.
Frasier: Oh, well, actually, Roz, I never even gave it to him. See, with all of Freddie's hard work and dedication, inspired coaching, he had no need for your superstitious talisman.
Roz: It's just a gesture. I mean, I found it at the railroad tracks, not some enchanted wood.

Dr. Gadston: Unfortunately, this is not a pleasure visit. I must inform you that there has been an accusation of cheating.
Martin: Not the Asian kid. [Everyone stares at Martin] What? I said not the Asian kid. Would somebody tell me the rules?