Frasier: Hello Daphne. Is Dad here?
Daphne: No, I haven't seen him since he knocked me up this morning.
Frasier: [after a pause] What?
Daphne: Knocked me up. Woke me up. It's an English expression. What does it mean here?
Frasier: Oh, something else. You'd definitely be awake for it.
Frasier: Ah, yes. Another beautiful Saturday night. The moon is full, the city lights are twinkling, lovers steal kisses in the park... and here, Chez Crane, my father and his assistant sit hunched over twenty year old photographs of a murdered hooker.
[raises his glass]
Frasier: Life is a banquet.
Bulldog Briscoe: If that chick whining about sexual harassment called my show, I'd say, "Listen Doll, if you don't want people snapping your bra, don't wear one."
Dr. Niles Crane: It was an exquisite meal, marred only by the lack of even one outstanding cognac on their carte de digestif.
Frasier: Yes, but think of it this way, Niles: what is the one thing better than an exquisite meal? An exquisite meal with one tiny flaw we can pick at all night.
Dr. Niles Crane: Quite right.
[lifts his glass]
Dr. Niles Crane: To impossible standards.
[Frasier proposes they both take Dad to the basketball game]
Frasier: Just imagine how excited Dad will be to go to a game with his two sons. My God, it's the archetypal male bonding ritual!
Dr. Niles Crane: Couldn't we just go into the woods, kill something and have done with it?