Jimmy: I really like your accent. Where are you from?
Daphne: Manchester.
Jimmy: Manchester. That's where the Beatles are from, right?
Daphne: Oh, no, no. You're thinking Liverpool.
Jimmy: Then who's from Manchester?
Daphne: No-one. That's why I live here now.

Frasier: I have sketched an accurate psychological profile of each one of you. And in so doing I have come to the incontrovertible conclusion that the criminal among us can only be... Frank!
Martin: Wrong. Frank's a highly decorated undercover cop.
Frasier: Exactly! Just a little too obvious, you know. The broken vocabulary, the jailhouse pallor, the underdeveloped social skills.
Frank: Hey.
Frasier: So, you tried to use psychology against me, did you?Threw a gender bender at me. Thinking I'd just assume that a felon would naturally be a man. Well, I'm on to your little game, mister. The criminal among us is indeed the very wily Linda!
Linda: Nope.
Frasier: Jimmy!
Martin: Hey. You're right.

Frasier: It's been very pleasant. You'll all come again, any time you like. [to Jimmy] Hopefully when we're here, of course.

Daphne: Excuse me? Gentlemen? But might I interject one tiny little thought into this conversation?
Frasier: Of course, Daphne.
Daphne: Belt up, both of you! It may have escaped your notice, but I happen to be a grown woman, and nobody has told me whom I might or might not date since I was a schoolgirl. And I didn't listen then. Now, when I've quite made up my mind what I plan to do about Jimmy, I'll let you know. But right now, I'm going to my room. You two hens have wasted enough of my time.

Frasier: That would have been a very dramatic exit, if only her room was down that hall.

Frasier: For some reason, you know, just because the man was in prison he seems to have marked him for life.
Niles: It's ridiculous. Not all criminals are recidivists. I've seen many cases where after they've paid their debt to society they've gone on to lead productive lives. Dad's just being narrow-minded.
Frasier: Hmm. Yes, I almost had to sedate him when Daphne announced that she was going to go out with him.
[Niles laughs. Twice.]
Niles: Frasier, I hope you're just yanking my giggle chain.
Frasier: What do you mean?
Niles: You're telling me that you're letting this delicate English rose be sullied by some sociopath?
Frasier: Niles, he passed bad checks. He's not a sociopath.
Niles: He's a degenerate who should be put away forever!
Frasier: You haven't even met him.
Niles: Oh, for God's sake, they're all depraved animals!

Frasier: Now, Niles. Listen, I think Jimmy's a perfectly nice guy. And besides, Daphne can take care of herself.
Niles: I don't care, I'm going after her. I'm not without resources. My Tae Kwon Do instructor tells me I'm just two moves away from becoming quite threatening.

Leo: Your shot, girlie. But before you take that shot, why don't we make this a little more interesting? All you have to do to win is run those last five balls. So what do you say we double our bet?
Daphne: Oh, well. I might as well. I never really have understood this game. [lines up] Never understood it, when I started playing with me older brothers, at the age of six. [pockets a ball] And I never understood it during all my formative years, spent mostly in the pool halls of Manchester. [pockets a ball] Playing in local competitions and club tournaments. [pockets a ball] Winning cup after cup after cup. Until our poor dad had to convert the pantry into a trophy room. [pockets a ball] And I can't really claim to understand it - eight ball in far corner - even today. [pockets a ball] But I certainly do enjoy it. [collects her winnings] Thank you, gentlemen. And now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to attempt to use the ladies room without touching anything.

Frasier: Look at this place. I never felt so conspicuous in my life.
Niles: You must simply try to blend in. Fortunately- Fortunately, I haven't shaved in several hours. You should loosen your tie.
Frasier: Yes, and you might try tucking in your watch fob.
Niles: That happens to be a Phi Beta Kappa key.
Frasier: Oh, then by all means, let it dangle. Perhaps they have a local chapter.

Niles: Excuse me. Has a young woman been in here this evening, approximately five foot nine and three quarters, with skin the color of Devonshire cream and the sort of eyes that gaze directly into one's soul with neither artifice nor evasion?