[Niles takes up kickboxing]
Niles: You know, it requires a lot of talent. You have to have timing and balance, the ability to strike and instantly retreat.
Martin: So you kick them and then run away?
Niles: Yes. My instructor says I'm a natural.
Niles: Oh, come now, Frasier. You can't deny a certain measure of guilt living as you do in your exclusive lily-white world.
Frasier: Niles, owning the CD of "Ella Sings Gershwin" does not qualify you as a soul brother.
[Niles helps out after Daphne sprains her wrist]
Niles: Oh, I'll get your beer, I'm just frosting the mug in the freezer the way Daphne does.
Daphne: I never frost your beer mug.
Martin: Oh, be quiet, will you? He's feeling very guilty and we have to help him work through it.
Daphne: That is just baloney, and you know it. Shame on you, taking advantage of your son, I don't know how you sleep at night.
Martin: Well, pretty good since he started putting a mint on my pillow and a cup of cocoa by the bed.
Daphne: He never leaves me cocoa.
Martin: You have to fill out that little card.
Frasier: What, am I getting too uppity for you? You sherry-swilling, opera-loving, Armani-wearing elitist. You have no idea how difficult it is for a black woman in a white man's world.
Roz Doyle: Chuck Ranberg said he'd take over for the week.
Frasier: No, no, absolutely not, Roz! The man's speech impediment will make me giggle all week long.
Roz Doyle: Show a little compassion!
Frasier: Oh come on, you try dealing with a call screener who says, "Doctaw Cwane, we have a kweptomaniac on wine fwee."
Roz Doyle: Well, who do you want to use?
Frasier: Well, actually, I was thinking of reaching out to the community. You know, I was guest speaker last month at a program called "Second Start." They offer career training for people who are stuck in tedious, low-paying jobs. And, well, I'd thought I'd give the job to one of those students.
Roz Doyle: That's a great idea, Frasier. Sounds like a great program.
Frasier: Oh, dear, there's Chuck Ranberg. Roz, you've got to tell him he doesn't have the job.
Roz Doyle: Why can't you tell him?
Frasier: I'm sorry, I can't hear the man speak without just descending into giggles!
Roz Doyle: Oh, you are such a child!
Chuck: Hi, guys!
Roz Doyle: Hey, Chuck, how's it going?
Chuck: Oh, tewwible, Woz! My wife was in the Cawwibean and she weft me for a Wastafawian!
[Roz starts laughing uncontrollably as Frasier pats her arm, trying to cover up by pretending she is crying]
Frasier: Thank you for your call, Jill. Well, Chuck, who else is on the line?
Chuck: Well, Doctaw Cwane, we have Winda on wine fwee who bewieves people are waffing at hew!
Frasier: [trying to contain his laughter] Maybe we can just come back to that one, shall we?
Chuck: All witey!