- Dr. Frasier Crane: Oh Roz, you look beautiful!
- Roz Doyle: Thank you.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: But we're not going.
- Roz Doyle: What?
- Dr. Frasier Crane: It's got something to do with my personal growth. You see, I don't care about these people anymore and you know, I want them to know it.
- Roz Doyle: Frasier, I hired a babysitter... twice, I did my makeup... twice, I performed a miracle of engineering by taping myself into this dress... twice, only to be stood up... twice!
- Dr. Frasier Crane: Roz, technically you only did your hair once.
- Roz Doyle: SHUT UP!
- [hits him with her handbag]
- Roz Doyle: You know, some day you're gonna need another favor from me, buddy, and when that day comes, I hope you know what you can do with it.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: I have a pretty good idea.
- Roz Doyle: Well, DO IT TWICE!
- Daphne Moon: Am I glad you're home.
- Martin Crane: What's wrong?
- Daphne Moon: Dr. Crane! Ever since he came back from his job interview he seemed awfully depressed. In fact, he's as bad as I've ever seen him!
- Dr. Niles Crane: Oh, I guess it didn't go well.
- Daphne Moon: I gather not. He mumbled something about it being worse than the Dresden premiere of Schumann's Second Symphony.
- Dr. Niles Crane: [alarmed] And you left him alone?
- Dr. Niles Crane: Oh my God! Frasier, are you all right?
- Dr. Frasier Crane: I was fine before you screamed, what the hell's wrong with you?
- Dr. Niles Crane: Well, Daphne said you were depressed and here you are with your head in the oven.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: I was cleaning it, Niles. It's electric. If I wanted to end my life, I'd choose something faster than broiling.
- Daphne Moon: Hey, how was the police auction?
- Martin Crane: Oh, you didn't miss anything.
- Dr. Niles Crane: [gleefully] I made out like a bandit! Those drug lords have the most incredible taste: Christophle, silver, Limoges. Oh, Morivors crystal. If I ever get married again, I'm going to register there.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: Niles, thank you for agreeing to meet me on such short notice, I swear I am in a full-blown crisis.
- Dr. Niles Crane: If you are talking about that garish belt, I have emergency suspenders in my car.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: It's not the belt! My high-school reunion is tonight and you know my history.
- Dr. Niles Crane: Oh, not this folderol again.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: It's not folderol!
- Dr. Niles Crane: It's folderol.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: Niles, it's the only way to beat the curse.
- Dr. Niles Crane: You can beat the curse by not going.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: I tried that, Niles, you see where that got me. The curse found a way to humiliate me in absentia. I've got to get down there.
- Dr. Niles Crane: Why? In order to win the approval of some virtual strangers?
- Dr. Frasier Crane: I know it sounds foolish, Niles...
- Dr. Niles Crane: No, it's not foolish. It's human. I think it's all about the feelings of inferiority you've been carrying with you since high school. That's the real curse. Only, you're not the Bryce Crier anymore, you're a successful man. You have an opportunity for real growth here. Not by trying to impress these people, but by realizing that... they don't matter anymore.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: [Having Daphne read his school newsletter] Scott Alexander, what's he been up to?
- Daphne Moon: [reads] Wife, kids, has his own computer software business.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: Nancy Curds.
- Daphne Moon: [reads] Mother of three, successful physician, has invented a drug that may aid in the treatment of cancer.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: Ah! Cure for cancer! Won't they be green with envy when I trump them with this little story about my life: Frasier Crane, unattached, unemployed, and living with his father. He spends his days scrubbing his oven, and is anxiously awaiting his upcoming tooth cleaning!
- Dr. Frasier Crane: Daphne, would you assist me, please?
- [hands her a paper]
- Dr. Frasier Crane: This is my school newsletter.
- Daphne Moon: [reads] The Bryce Academy Crier.
- Dr. Niles Crane: Which, coincidentally, was Frasier's nickname his first year there.