Dr. Honey Snow: Goodnight, Frasier.
Frasier: Honey, I'm sorry, I really am. Couldn't we try one of your forgiveness exercises?
Dr. Honey Snow: Good night, Frasier.
Frasier: Hug?
Dr. Honey Snow: You know a poet once said something about the world that I think applies to our relationship: "It ends, not with a bang, but with a whimper."
[Frasier whimpers]

Dr. Honey Snow: I am so attracted to you right now. Most men are so eager to have sex they'll say anything to a woman. How great to meet a man who would risk rejection rather than be dishonest?
Frasier: Well, I, uh, have to be true to my inner voice.
Dr. Honey Snow: You know, frankly I thought the book was weak myself. I rushed it to meet a deadline. I am so glad you respected me enough to be honest. I think honesty is the greatest aphrodisiac of all.
Frasier: I hope you feel you can be just as honest to me.
Dr. Honey Snow: Oh, I do, I do. Tell me everything. I don't want us to hide anything.
Frasier: I thought your chapter titles were clumsy and jejune. Your turn.
Dr. Honey Snow: You use way too much French in everyday conversation. You go.
Frasier: I think that sandalwood stinks.
Dr. Honey Snow: Oh, when you talk about wine, I wish I had a gun.
Frasier: I thought your first three books were trite and saccharin. [she stops kissing him] It's your turn, Honey. Honey?
Dr. Honey Snow: [backing away] I am immensely proud of my first three books.
Frasier: As well you should be.
Dr. Honey Snow: You thought they were trite?
Frasier: Oh, well, I meant trite in its best sense. As in the phrase 'trite and true'.
Dr. Honey Snow: And what about saccharin?
Frasier: I love saccharin. Use it every day.
Dr. Honey Snow: Well, I'm glad you like saccharin, darling, because there's no way you're getting any Honey.

Daphne: We've both got sort of unusual names. Daphne Moon, Honey Snow. Come to think of it, if you married my father, your name would be Honey Moon.

Martin: I still say when some guy grabs your parking space, you don't just sit there, you say something.
Frasier: Dad, when a man has no front teeth and stitches on his nose, I think it's safe to assume he's sensitive to
criticism.

Niles: Anyway, tickets are only ten dollars. It all goes to support Maris' little opera group.
Frasier: Dear God, what's the grand prize this year?
Niles: Their lead soprano, Mrs. Fitzgibbons, will come to your home and perform "The Ride of the Valkyries". We've sold eight hundred tickets, so the risk is pretty minimal.

Niles: I should warn you, it's not a sure thing.
Daphne: Oh, nothing in life is a sure thing, but Dr. Snow has a little saying: Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Frasier: [to Niles] She better copyright that before some unscrupulous hack steals it.

Martin: Hey, wait a minute. You're going out? What about my whirlpool therapy?
Daphne: Oh, right, I forgot. Maybe you could go to the book signing for me, Dr. Crane. It's right around the corner
from the station.
Frasier: I would sooner attend a ho-down.

Woman: Oh, it's wonderful isn't it? I just love what she says about finding a moment each day to stop and give yourself a mental hug.
Frasier: I'm giving myself one now.
Woman: Really?
Frasier: Well, actually it's more of a Heimlich maneuver.

Roz: Got it.
Frasier: Good, good. Let's buy it and get out of here.
Roz: Nope, nope, not so fast. She wants to meet you.
Frasier: Roz, I don't want to meet the woman. Let's just go.
Roz: Uh, Frasier, do you know what Honey Snow looks like?
Frasier: What difference could that make? The woman stands for everything that I find totally ... [Dr. Honey Snow joins them] enchanting.

Dr. Honey Snow: Hello, I'm Dr. Honey Snow.
Frasier: And I'm ... Wait, don't tell me, Dr. Frasier Crane.
Dr. Honey Snow: Well, Dr. Crane let me shake your hand. Oh, what am I saying? Hug.
Frasier: Why not?
Dr. Honey Snow: After all, a handshake is just a hug for fraidy cats.
Frasier: No fear here.
Dr. Honey Snow: I am one of your biggest fans
Frasier: I've recently become one of yours.