Our Parents, Ourselves

Frasier: Your mother still in town?
Roz: In town, in my apartment, and when I left this morning, in my refrigerator, smelling my milk.

Roz: How's five sound?
Frasier: Five? Your mother's ready for dinner at five?
Roz: I keep her on Wisconsin time, that way she's in bed by eight.

Martin: The chef sent it over with his complements.
Frasier: I wonder what his insults are like.

Bonnie: You must be Frasier, the big radio star. Your dad is so proud of you, he talks about you all the time. (Turning to Niles) Who's your friend?
Martin: Now what's wrong with you? I told you 'bout my other son.
Bonnie: Of course! What am I thinking? Nice to meet you, Eddie.

Martin: The Coyote?
Frasier: And how did you earn that honourific?
Niles: It was quite the merry ride. It evolved from Niles to Nilesey to Niley to Nile E. Coyote, and now simply The Coyote.
Shangri-La pals: Aaaaoooooooo!
Niles: Just when I thought it couldn't be refined any further.

Martin: Look Frasier, I know you meant well, but if you ever set me up again, I'll kill you in your sleep.

Niles: All week long, I have been getting less coffee and more foam in my cappuccino. It's about time for someone to raise a little hell. Who's on steamer duty?
Frasier: That hulking fellow Thad, the one who doesn't react when his arm touches the steamer nozzle.
Niles, turning away from Thad: Where is that suggestion box?

Niles: This is a nightmare!
Frasier: I know, I know - I've got to find some way to tell Dad.
Niles: I have to watch the Superbowl??

Frasier: Dad would never deliberately hurt Joanna by standing her up. He is first and foremost a gentleman.
Martin (entering): I saw Roz so I hid outside in case that old gas bag of a mother was with her. Well, I guess she wasn't, everybody's still awake!

Niles: Oh, the Superbowl AND a date? Hot diggity!

Roz: What, you mean like in forty years, if neither one of us finds someone
Frasier: Exactly, we'll marry each other.
Roz: I was gonna say kill each other.
Frasier: Well, six of one...