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Niles: The food is to die for!
Martin: Niles, your country and your family is to die for. Food is to eat.
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Frasier: I just don't think it's very smart to make rude gestures at other drivers.
Martin: He cut you off!
Frasier: That doesn't matter. You do not antagonise a man whose bumper sticker says: "If you're close enough to read this, I'll kill you!"
Martin: Big talk from a Volvo.
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Martin: Sometimes, there's nothing like a good steak!
Frasier: How I wish this was one of those times.
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(At the Timber Mill)
Waitress: Can I get you anything to drink?
Frasier: Dear God, yes!
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Frasier: Remember when you thought the 1812 Overture was a great piece of classical music?
Niles: Was I ever that young?
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Niles: Well, what a lovely accent. Is that, er, Manchester?
Daphne: Yes. How'd you know?
Niles: Oh, ha! I'm quite the anglophile; I'm sure Frasier and dad have already told you.
(Frasier sits on the couch, preparing to sign the photo. Niles, still
enraptured by Daphne, absent-mindedly picks up a pair of Frasier's
knickers)
Daphne: No, they didn't mention it.
Niles: Ah... you undoubtedly guessed as much when they said I'd spent a year studying at Cambridge.
Daphne: No, they didn't mention that, either.
Niles: I guess my father and brother don't spend a lot of time talking about me when I'm not around!
Daphne: Oh, I wouldn't say that...
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Frasier: I just don't think it's very smart to make rude gestures at other drivers!
Martin: He cut you off!
Frasier: That doesn't matter! You, you do not antagonize a man whose bumper sticker says, "If you're close enough to read this, I'll kill you!"
Martin: Big talk from a Volvo.
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Niles: Hmm...you're Daphne?
Daphne: Why, yes I am.
Niles: Well, I...
(Niles goes over to her eagerly, and they shake hands, he holds on,
a little lost for words)
Niles: When Frasier told me he'd hired an Englishwoman, I pictured someone a little more...not quite so...you're Daphne?
Daphne: It's nice to meet you.
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Niles: Frasier, is he our real father?
Frasier: Now don't start that again, we've been having this discussion since we were children.
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Frasier: Niles, you're forgetting the caché my name carries in this town.
Niles: Actually, I'm not. If the maitre d' happens to be a housewife, we're in.
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Roz: I had the most hellacious date of my life. First, he asks me to pick him up from work. Then, I stop for gas--I have to pump it myself while he just sits there reading the sports section. So I take him back to my place and make him my famous sweet and sour shrimp; I'm in the middle of cooking, I ask him to hand me the honey, and he gets this freaked-out look on his face and says he can't because he has a deathly fear of touching anything sticky.
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Frasier: (enthusiastic) Who's got the best talk show in Seattle?
Roz: (waves the paper around like a half-hearted cheerleader) We do. We do.
Frasier: (shakes his fist) Alright!
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Frasier: (about Daphne) She's psychic. We've decided to find it charming.
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Niles: One of my patients had a rather amusing Freudian slip today. He meant to say, "Pass the salt," but instead he said, "You've ruined my life, you blood-sucking shrew."