Frasier: Daphne, come and sing a song with us.
Daphne: Well, actually-
Frasier: Oh, you're not shy about singing in the house.
Steven: You two live together?
Frasier: Yes, she's my dad's health care worker.
Steven: I thought you modeled underwear.
Frasier: No, only if her robes aren't stitched up tight enough. [laughs]

Martin: [on the phone:] Hey Sherry, Daphne's finally clearing out for the night. Why don't you come over? I'll, er, you know, get a fire going, open a bottle of bubbly, put a little Bobby Darin on the stereo, and then look out, Mackie's back in town! Yes, I thought it up before I called you. What's the difference? OK, see you soon.

Daphne: It's so nice to finally have my pub back again. At least for a night.
Martin: Yeah.
Daphne: You are sure Dr. Crane has plans?
Martin: Oh, yeah, Niles called. They're going to the opera.
Daphne: Let's hope it's one of those long German ones. I don't want him showing up for last call.

Martin: [answering the phone] Hello? No, Maris. Sorry, you just missed him. Why are you teeth chattering? You're kidding me. Can't you just use the defroster?

Frasier: Gee, Terrence, I never dreamed we'd be eliminated from the tournament in the first round. Guess I'm a little rustier than I thought. Hey, maybe you can still make that wedding reception.
Terrence: It's in Liverpool.
Frasier: Well then, [takes pints] these are on me.

Frasier: Hello, Niles.
Niles: Well, look who's here. Take a wrong turn on the way to the pub?
Frasier: Actually, that scene has grown tiresome, and I... I miss this place.
Niles: I've spoken to Daphne. I take it it's over over there.