Frasier: You feel like a new man, don't you?
Niles: I feel like a new woman, and thank God I remembered to pack one!
Frasier: I suppose we could share a table. There's a couple of seats available there.
[He gestures to a table where 2 attractive women are seated]
Niles: Oh good Lord. We can't sit with strange women.
Frasier: Why not? We married strange women.
Niles: Those two are coming on to us.
Frasier: You know, they are very attractive, Niles. Maybe we should ask them out.
Niles: On a date? We just met!
Frasier: [sarcastically] Good point, Niles. Perhaps we should go out with them a few more times before we ask them on a date.
Frasier: Niles, I can't take this anymore.
Niles: These women are as inscrutable as sphinxes.
Frasier: Yes. All we've gotten here are the most veiled, cloaked, cryptic messages. Can't they just give us one clear signal?
Beth Armstrong: [enters] Well, I'm off to bed. Niles, are you coming?
[exits to bedroom]
Niles: [missing the implication] Curse these infernal riddles!
[Frasier and Niles are trying to figure out if their dates' intentions are platonic or not]
Niles: Oh, I know! Their luggage will tell us! We'll put my bag in with your date's, and your bag in with my date's. They'll see the mistake, and the way they correct it will tell us with whom they're planning to spend the night - each other, or us - and either way, it'll all look like a simple misunderstanding.
Frasier: You've done this before!
Niles: Only on my honeymoon, now hurry.
[They start to move the suitcases, but Frasier stops]
Frasier: Niles, this is idiotic! We're both trained psychiatrists.
Niles: Yes, and finally it's paying off!
Niles: Just the mention of a double-bowled stainless steel sink with integral drain boards makes me hum like a sub-zero freezer.
Niles: Well in honor of what happened today, a toast to winging it.What greater thrill is there than going down an unknown path, not quite sure where it will lead. Just enjoying the way that path wends and... and what it looks like and... and where it goes off to a...
Frasier: Perhaps you should have left a trail of breadcrumbs before you started down that toast.
Frasier: Niles, when are you going to stop letting Maris be an anchor on your social life?
Niles: Oh surely that is the most tortured metaphor you've ever come up with, "Maris" and "anchor".
Frasier: [trying to figure out if their double date is intimate or not] What do you suppose she meant when she said 'make our own entertainment?' But then again, there is that other part she said, 'sleep like a baby'.
Niles: Yes, they could be thinking platonic. The two of them in one room sleeping like babies.
Frasier: The two of us in another room crying like babies.