Frasier
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Frasier: So that’s how you see me then. My glory days behind me. A retired show pony milling about. Chewing cud in a pasture, one broken leg away from the cold shock of the farmer’s shotgun.
Freddy: See, you get it.
Good for you, Frasier. I’ve always admired your dewy-eyed optimism, you know, even though love’s been punching you in the face for the last, what, three decades.
Alan
I must say, we are clicking like a couple of frisky cicadas.
Frasier: This is a big joke. Does anything actually matter to you?
Alan: I can think of two things I actually care deeply about. My cat and you.
Frasier: I was sure you were going to say Scotch.
Alan: I know I can be flippant about things and that you've had to pay the price, so I'm sorry if I've mucked things up again.
I can’t believe I’m having such a hard time fitting in at Harvard. It’s kind of hard to fall back on the old line, "They’re just intimidated by your intellect."
Freddy: No! Oh my God. You're a teenager. She's almost 30. Her boyfriend died barely a year ago. She has a baby you're not even allowed to hold.
David: A baby I'm afraid to hold.
Frasier: This place is so stuffy. I love it.
Alan: It's like the sort of place you retire to after a long day of hunting man.
Freddy: I'm Mr. July in the firefighters' calendar. I'm a man in uniform with a full head of hair. I carry women out of burning buildings. Do you think they just want to shake my hand after?
Eve: Ooh, big talk coming from the guy sitting at home reading Little Women.
Freddy: I'd like to see you try coming of age during the Civil War.
Freddy: David, tonight I'm going to teach you how to strike up a conversation with a real, live human woman. That's right. I am going to give you the gift of game.
Eve: Loser. Okay, you know what? I'm going to stay and help.
David: Really? How many girls have you kissed?
Eve: More than you, babe.
Why am I so bad at this when my father was such a ladies' man?
David
Frasier: You know, when I was back in Boston, I used to be a regular at a bar, and yet…
Alan: Nobody knew your name?
Alan: I lied about the door being locked.
Frasier: What? You mean the door's been unlocked all this time?
Alan: No, no. Have a look. There isn't a door.
Frasier: You've locked me in a room without a door!