Blaine: You know, I could quote you chapter and verse all night to try to prove to you that I'm a changed man. But you know what? Instead, why don't you come see me in action on Sunday?
Niles: What do you mean?
Blaine: Come and hear me preach. Witness what God can do through me in all His splendor and all His glory in the Regency room down at the airport Ramada.
Daphne: I'd love to go.
Martin: I wouldn't mind checking that out.
Niles: Sure, why not?
Blaine: Bless you people, that's just great, thank you very much. The only problem is, the advertising was just a skosh more than I thought, and I came up a thousand dollars short on the hall rental-
Frasier: A-ha. The other shoe comes cascading from the sky. One thousand dollars, you say? Well, you're not getting it out of me, you born-again Bilko.

Daphne: Well, Dr. Crane, you needn't worry about Blaine asking you for money anymore. He's received the thousand dollars he needs for Sunday.
Frasier: What nitwit gave him a thousand dollars?
Niles: Now, Frasier, that's not fair. Perhaps whoever did it simply has a kind heart and a trusting nature that I, for one, find refreshing.
Frasier: Oh, Daphne.

Frasier: Baa! Baa! Baa! Have you people lost your senses? Do you hear yourselves? This is no man of God! He's a huckster!
Martin: Frasier, sit down. This is why I hate going anywhere with you.
Frasier: This charade has got to stop right now. I will not allow these good people to be bamboozled.
[The crowd boos Frasier]
Blaine: No, no, people, it's all right. He belongs up here. He's one of God's creatures.
Frasier: I am no such thing!

Blaine: Thanks again for paying in cash there, Fras. I'd rather see that money go to poor people than, you know, Uncle Sam.
Frasier: It's my pleasure to do it. Blaine, there's something I'd like you to have.
[Frasier hands Blaine the red box containing the antique salt shaker]
Blaine: Well... Well, thanks. You know, this is, uh, this is really gonna help some needy people now that I know what the heck it is.

Blaine: Martin, it's been a pleasure, my man.
Martin: Oh, same here, Blaine. Good luck to you.
Blaine: Well, thanks a lot.
Frasier: Blaine, you are welcome in my home any time.
Blaine: Well, thank you, Frasier. That means a lot to me. God bless you. Well, I'm off to spread the good word.
Frasier: Right. [opens the door] You are indeed a Holy Roller.

Frasier: All right, Blaine, I've had enough. Get out.
Blaine: Frasier, look, I don't know how to prove this to you, but I swear all I really came for was your forgiveness. First of all, for stealing that little teapot.
Frasier: Salt server.
Blaine: Is that what that was? Man, nobody knew.