Frasier

Martin: Daphne, have I got this tie on right? Daphne: It just needs a minor adjustment. What's all this hair on it? Martin: The only way I can get the knot right is if I tie it on Eddie first.

Daphne: I got pizza rolls in the back of the freezer but the expiration date was yesterday. Are we game?

Martin: Okay, when I'm ready. Thanks, Frasier. You know, I guess I don't say it often enough but you're a good kid. Frasier: Well, thanks Dad. You know, there's something I don't say often enough... Martin: (correcting)There's nothing you don't say often enough.

Frasier: (greets her) Well, of course. Aunt Patrice, yes. I don't recall really when we met but I believe there was a lot of laughing and dancing. Patrice: My husband's funeral. Frasier: Yes...well, of course, the laughter was to hide our tears.

Niles: Oh, who knows why anybody does anything? Frasier: Remind me again what you do for a living? You see the thing is, it was just one phone call. How can anyone make a sound judgment about another person on the basis of one phone call? Niles: Remind me again what it is you do for a living? Frasier: Well anyway, I suppose it could be any number of reasons. Fear of rejection, shyness...

Martin: (whispers) Tell her I'm not home. Frasier: Dad, she knows you're home...she's looking at you through the telescope.

Frasier: I'm going to help along your little romance and possibly save a small forest. I'm giving her our telephone number. Martin: (in terror) No, no, no, no, no, don't do that! Frasier: Why? Martin: Well, she'll think I'm being too forward. Frasier: For God's sake, Dad, you met peeping into her apartment.