Quotes
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Frasier : I might as well say this while I can: "If you need me, I'll be at my club."
Daphne : Oh, yes. The club - the club that I helped you get into. Of course now that you're in, I'm just cast aside.
[forlorn voice]
Daphne : Unappreciated, unloved, and forgotten...
Frasier : Yes, well I see the prosciutto isn't the only imported ham in the house.
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[Frasier's date to the Empire Club's cocktail party cancels on him]
Frasier : This is disastrous!
Martin : Well, just go stag.
Frasier : No, I've RSVP'd for two. I'll look like some loser who couldn't even scrape up a date.
Martin : Wait a minute. What are we worried about? We've got our very own Cinderella right under this roof.
[Daphne enters, with her hair in rollers and heading for the kitchen]
Daphne : Well, that's the last time I try to get grout up without wearing rubber gloves. I've got so much gunk under my nails I look like I've been worming a pig.
[Frasier looks concerned]
Martin : Trust me, the English accent'll sell it.
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Martin : Whew! I think I need more comfortable shoes. My dogs are killing me.
Daphne : Pardon?
Martin : My dogs. My feet. What do you call them in England?
Daphne : Well, we mostly call our body parts by their rightful names. Except my uncle Harold. He named parts of his anatomy after the royal family. He walked on the Queen's Pins, he sat on the Duchess of Kent. He was quite a jolly fellow. That is, until Aunt Kate caught him introducing the Prince of Wales to a cocktail waitress.
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Frasier : Oh, Daphne, listen, call me Frasier. I don't want people to know that you work for me, all right? If they ask, we've been dating for six months.
Daphne : [laughs] Alright, Frasier. Anything else, Frasier? Now, are we in love, or is this just a physical thing, Frasier?
Frasier : Oh, now just stop that!
