Frasier

(Niles tries to zipp Daphne's dress but his tie gets stuck in it) Frasier: Niles, you have something on your tie.

Frasier: I managed to get some reservations at San Gennaro tonight. I thought we'd go celebrate your birthday. Roz: Oh, that is so sweet, but I have a date, ... with that waiter we met at lunch yesterday. Frasier: You're going out with that guy? Roz: I didn't have enough for a tip.

Frasier: I always loved the name Laura. Martin: Hey Frasier, you know, that was gonna be your name if you were a girl. Frasier: Really? Martin: Yeah. Your mother always wanted Priscilla, but I never liked the nickname "Prissy." Niles: I never much cared for it, either.

Laura: How did you feel, coming down here? Frasier: I felt... completely exhilarated. In fact, it's the most fun I've had in recent memory. Laura: Exactly. The anticipation, the excitement, the hope. Marriage is the death of all that. Frasier: I hope you didn't write your own vows.

Niles: I met someone once flying home from college. I got bumped into first class, found myself sitting next to a positively ravishing woman. She was a bit older and I was trying desperately to be suave, so when she leaned over and suggested we join the mile high club, rather that admit I was unfamiliar with the term, I whispered back, "I really don't travel enough to make that worthwhile". (pauses) God that was 20 years ago. (chuckles) No. Still can't laugh about it.

Martin: Hey Fras, how was your dinner? Frasier: (speaking of dining alone) Not since Quasimodo strolled the streets of medieval Paris have so many people uttered the phrase, "that poor man".

Niles: I was her first bad boy. Frasier: Uh-huh. Yes, I remember the way you used to carry your inhaler around rolled up in the sleeve of your t-shirt.