Martin: I've got a bullet in my hip, a girlfriend who's too good for me and will probably realize that any day, a dog who's almost 80 in human years and I'm not far behind him. But I don't complain about it, because I try to think about the good things.
Martin: Blah, blah, blah. (to Daphne) You're going to lose your looks? Happens to everyone. (to Frasier) You're afraid you're going to end up alone? You'll still have your family. (to Niles) You're afraid you're going to be a bad father? Join the club. Now just clam it up and go to bed.
Frasier: At least you two can face your fears together. Whom do I have to hug away my nighttime terrors, hmm?
Daphne: Oh, boo-hoo, send yourself some flowers.
Frasier: I beg your pardon? That's a rather flippant comeback, when I express myself...
Daphne: Bless him. He's on top of everything around here.
Frasier: (contemplating his chess set) You know, I really miss playing with Niles. He's so busy sleeping with other women.
Daphne: What did you say?
Niles: (re-entering) Have you seen Dad?
(Daphne has expanded yet again. She is truly huge, and her face now
also shows it)
Daphne: Do you still think I'm beautiful?
Daphne: You're so different from your brother.
Frasier: Really? How so?
Daphne: Well, for one thing... you're alive.
(They both laugh heartily)
Martin: (to Eddie) Hey! We're not leaving you at home. You're coming with us. It wouldn't be any fun without you.
Frasier: (turning around holding a glass) Oh really, Dad? I was so hoping that you would say that. The last thing I wanted to do was spend the weekend here wallowing in self-pity. Leave it to you to see right through me, and toss me a lifeline.
Frasier: I hate people.
Martin: What's the matter with you?
Frasier: In a perfect ending to a perfect day, the driver next to me swerved to avoid hitting a squirrel, running me into a pothole and drenching me in coffee. I hate squirrels, too.
(He hangs his coat)
Martin: Well, maybe it was for the best. The coffee might have made you irritable.
(Frasier grins at him sarcastically, then goes to the bar)
Frasier: My show today was a fiasco. For the second day in a row, we had virtually no callers. It's getting harder and harder to blame it on Roz.
Martin: Well, maybe you fixed everybody.
Frasier: Oh wait, there was one caller. My date for Saturday night called to cancel because I am not her type. Oh, and guess what? Her honesty was not refreshing.
Ronee: My boss gave me his house in the mountains. It's very romantic. There's this little family of deer that comes right up to the window, so you might want to bring your...
Martin: My camera? I will.
Ronee: I was going to say gun, but suit yourself. Oh, you are going to love it. There's this amazing view of the lake. You can see every star in the sky.
Roz: (resuming Texas accent) Well, my girlfriend helped me. We just got in our convertible and drove through the desert, and we stopped at this honky-tonk. I started dancing with this cowboy--long story short, he roughed me up, and my friend killed him--but then... we met the cutest cowboy, but he stole all our money, so we robbed a gas station and blew up a tanker truck...
Roz has to pretend to be a caller, Susan, who has just moved from Texas. In real life, Peri Gilpin (who plays Roz) is from Texas.
Martin performs the jazz standard "On the Sunny Side of the Street," written by Fields/McHugh.
The title card to Niles' nightmare about being terrible with the baby says 'Sweeney Tot', a reference to Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street, a story that has been done in books, movies and on Broadway, of a sinister barber who kills his customers, robs them, and gives the bodies to the baker next door for her meat pies.
The episode title is an obvious pun on the term "Freudian Slip", which is not all that accidental here, as Freud believed that slips of the tongue as well as dreams provided insight into a person's true feelings and character.