Martin:
Hey boys, how was dinner?
Niles:
Well, let's just say that when I picked my lobster out of the tank, I had
no idea he was in for a better evening than I was.
Niles:
... the way Donny was feeding her forkfuls of risotto as if she'd lost
her arms instead of her mind what is she doing with him??
Martin:
Well, some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed.
Niles:
Well, at the Shangri-La, the highlight of my day is getting out of bed,
so I can slam it back into the wall!
Daphne:
You should have come over and joined us.
Niles:
Well, you looked like you had enough to contend with, what with your table's
fork shortage.
Dr
McLowrie: I figured if I didn't dance I'd go crazy.
Niles:
I'm not sure he caught it in time.
Frasier:
There may be a few women here who are unattached, who just might take a
shine to an old debonair dog like yourself.
Martin:
I'm just a piece of meat to you guys, aren't I.
Mr
Probst: Did the local people actually enjoy your lectures?
Niles:
Well yes, quite a bit, except of course for the pygmies, most of it went
right over their heads. (No one laughs. The doorbell rings.) I'll get it.
Mrs Latimer: While you were on the sub-continent, did you happen to spot any rare African waterfoul?
Niles: Just one, but it was already spotted! (No one laughs. Niles pretends the doorbell rang in the kitchen) I'll get it.
Roz:
Do you see that obnoxious old letcher?
Niles:
Well, you're going to have to be a lot more specific.
Niles:
Which one did she eat?
Frasier:
I don't know. Daphne, smell her beak!
Daphne:
You're much better off using - this bread. It's more absorbent.
Mrs
Larkin: Really?
Daphne:
Yes, that's why they call it "Nature's Sponge."
Frasier: We're in luck. This intrepid little crab puff has survived. Now all I need is a very sharp knife and sixteen toothpicks.
Mrs
Latimer: Oh there you are, Martin, come with me. I know a little
nook where no one will find us!
Martin:
This game's a lot scarier than I thought. (Runs in the opposite direction)
Niles:
Dead? No no no, he's sleeping! Old people love to nap!