Frasier: This would be an Englishwoman called Daphne.
Bartender: Ah yeah, the one who came in with Jimmy.
Frasier: Right.
Bartender: She was over there shooting pool a minute ago. I think she stepped in the back.
Frasier: What happened to Jimmy?
Bartender: He tried to get fresh with her. She threw a hammerlock on him and ran him out of here. That babe can take care of herself.
Frasier: [to Niles] I told you so.
Bartender: And good riddance too. Guy was no good. I knew it the first time I saw him. You can always tell.
Frasier: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Rocco: Where do you think you're going?
Niles: Ah, I'll be back, I was just going to put another quarter in the meter.
Rocco: The meters don't run at night, and neither do you.
Niles: Oh, that was rather an amusing play on words. You're a regular George S. Kaufman. We must tell our friends about this.

Daphne: Oh, my goodness! What are you two doing here?
Niles: We might ask you the same thing. This happens to be one of our favorite haunts. Actually, Maris and I had our rehearsal dinner here. The place was different then. It was more of a garden room and there was a trellis over there where the bar is-
Frasier: Shut up, Niles.

Roz: Hey Frasier, could you lend me ten bucks?
Frasier: Did you leave your wallet home, or something?
Roz: No, I gave the last of my money to this poor guy down in front of the building. He's an Australian tourist, he lost his wallet and he just needed ten dollars-
Martin: So he could take a cab to the Australian Consulate before it closes?
Roz: Yeah. How'd you know?
Martin: There is no Australian Consulate in Seattle.
Roz: Oh, that poor guy.
Frasier: Roz, it's a scam. He scammed you.
Roz: No, this guy was for real, honest. He even said-
Martin: "If you give me your address, I'll send you the money back with interest."

Jimmy: Marty, she's pretty nice.
Linda: Yeah, and sexy too, you dirty old man!
Martin: Oh...
Frasier: Interesting. You find her attractive, do you?
Linda: Sure. Don't you?
Frasier: Yes, but I mean, attraction to one's own sex is a not uncommon result of long-enforced periods of time spent exclusively in their company.
Martin: Wow, Frasier. I may have underestimated you.
Frasier: Really?
Martin: Yeah, you're making a bigger jackass of yourself than I thought.

Rocco: Hey. I don't mind taking your money, but I was kinda looking forward to pulping this guy.
Daphne: Yeah, well., we won't quibble. If I miss, you can pulp him. I'm feeling generous tonight, I'll throw in the little one as well.
Niles: What did she mean by that, "Throw in the little one?" And what in God's name is pulping?

Frasier: Dad. Dad, look, let's just go into Roz's booth, okay? You can touch anything you want to in there.

Roz: What brings you here?
Frasier: Well, I'm just showing Dad around, then he's gonna sit and listen to the show.
Martin: Yeah, it's kinda like payback for when Frasier and Niles were kids. I used to take them to the police station and show them where I worked.
Frasier: Yes. He used to make a big game of locking us in one of the cells and then pretending to lose the key.
Martin: I was just joking with them, I knew they weren't scared.
Frasier: Well, no. We weren't really scared, although after a while we did become quite hungry.

Roz: Don't touch that.
Martin: What is this place, a radio station or a nuclear missile site?

Martin: We didn't know better back then. His mother smoked during pregnancy.