[Frasier tries to convince Niles that sleeping with Nanny G is the right thing to do.]
Niles: Did you say something? Your penis was talking so loud I couldn't hear!
Frasier: You know the expression "Living well is the best revenge"?
Niles: Wonderful expression. I just don't know how true it is, you don't see it turning up in a lot of opera plots. "Ludwig, maddened by the poisoning of his entire family, wreaked vengeance on Gunther in the third act by living well."
Roz: [as Niles comes in] Bulldog, if you don't come out of there in the next ten seconds I'm gonna reach in there and pull you out by your ankles.
Niles: Hello,Roz, playing hard to get?
Niles: And I stormed out and slammed the door! Of course, it was that fourteenth century Bavarian cathedral door, so I had to get two of the servants to help me, but what it lacked in spontanaity it made up for in resonance.
Frasier: Niles, you're a good brother and a credit to the psychiatric profession.
Niles: You're a good brother too.
Niles: I came by to see how you're doing, but I only have a few minutes. I start my "Healing with Humour" support group tonight, and I still have to pick up my big shoes.
Niles: I have to go. I'm conducting a seminar in multiple personality disorders, and it takes me forever to fill out the nametags.
Niles: I had my Fear of Abandonment workshop today, and I've already been a no-show twice.
Niles: This has been delightful, but I really must run. I'm due at my sexual addiction group, and I don't like to leave them alone for too long.
Frasier: I filled in for you when you were too sick to meet with your "Fear of Intimacy" group!
Niles: I wasn't sick. They were just getting too close.
I'd go, but I've got my Compulsive Spending seminar, and I was hoping to unload the rest of these raffle tickets on them.
Niles: I have a session with my multiple personality. Not to worry - if I'm late he can just talk amongst himself.
Niles: Yes, and I'd love to stay but I... have my therapy group meeting, and last time I was late the, er, compulsive gamblers were betting the passive aggressives that they couldn't make the over-eaters cry.
