[Bebe and Frasier have slept together]
-Frasier: All right, just go ahead. Get your shots in.
-Niles: No, no. I'm just glad you're all right. I would have assumed she killed after mating.
-Bebe: Do you have any idea how hot you are? I get offers everyday from other stations offering the moon for you.
-Frasier: Good Lord, am I really that hot?
-Bebe: Are you kidding? If I were a pot roast, I'd be done.
-Niles: Hello, I'm Niles, a person at the table.
-Bebe: Niles, thank God you're here. Back me up. Give him some sound, brotherly advice.
-Niles: She's the Devil, Frasier. Run fast, run far.
-Martin: People think you're stuffy. You know, with your opera parties, and your wine parties and your seasoned crepe pans.
-Frasier: In my defense, Niles is the only one who has ever seasoned his crepe pans.
-Niles: Which is precisely why I've had the same set since the ninth grade, thank you very much.
[Frasier's upstairs neighbor is playing his own loud rock music]
-Frasier: How does an arrested adolescent who barely knows two chords get a penthouse?
-Daphne: His last album sold five million copies.
-Frasier: I'll just add that to my list of reasons to die.
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