Frasier: (taut singsong) Well, I'm off.
Daphne: No, you can't. Our doula is coming specifically to meet you and your father.
Niles: She insists on knowing all the members of the baby's energy circle.
Martin: Oh, what kind of a kook is she anyway?
Niles: Harvest is not a kook. (starts rubbing his nipples) She's assisted at the birth of more than 600 babies – and two giant pandas.
Frasier: Well, she better get here quickly – I do have a date.
Niles: Another one?
Niles: You're doing fairly well by this matchmaker.
Frasier: Oh, hardly. (drops his coat) A monkey throwing darts at the Seattle phone book would find me a better mate. Hell, a dart-throwing monkey would be a better mate.
Martin: Why don't you fire her?
Frasier: Don't think I haven't considered it. If tonight's a bust, I'm going to demand my money back.