- Dr. Niles Crane: Just at that moment, the sun peeked over the mountaintops, illuminating not only my splendid nakedness, but the bus for the Christian Women's Society.
- Martin Crane: They went to a nude beach?
- Dr. Niles Crane: No, and neither did I. Uh, the next few minutes were a blur, as I zig-zagged my way back to the car, while being pelted with driftwood and Bibles.
- Bob: [At the lost luggage counter] You been waiting here long?
- Dr. Frasier Crane: Time is irrelevant here in the 7th circle of Hell. The place where even despair dies.
- Dr. Niles Crane: Morning, gang.
- Daphne Moon: How's my natural man?
- Dr. Niles Crane: Mmm, as hungry as I am hairy.
- [kisses her]
- Claire French: No kidding, that goatee sure came in fast.
- Dr. Niles Crane: I know. I credit the hothouse atmosphere of this tropical paradise - that and our nearly constant nudity. Gone is the citified dandy of just last week. In his place stands a feral Caliban, a sandy-bottomed Dionysius, a lusty, insatiable... ooh, scones!
- Dr. Frasier Crane: Niles, listen, I didn't want to say anything in front of the others, but I find myself in a bit of a quandry. Well, it's not so much a quandry, really, it's more of, uh, a pickle. Well, not so much a pickle, but well, but, no more than a, a... a cornichon.
- Lana Gardner: Hey, Frasier, don't you be a stranger.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: [Awkwardly] Oh, no, I-I won't. Uh, don't you be a stranger, either. To me.
- Roz Doyle: [Lana looks confused, but she laughs it off. She and Kirby leave] Let me guess: Lana in, Claire out.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: What, that? Oh, that was nothing. It's just, she merely caught me off guard. Don't go reading anything into that.
- Roz Doyle: OK, if you say so.
- [gets up]
- Roz Doyle: Listen, Frasier, I got to go.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: Oh, alright.
- Roz Doyle: But let not... either us... be strangers... be.