"Niles: I thought you liked my Maris.
Frasier: I do. I like her from a distance. You know, the way you like the sun. Maris is like the sun. Except without the warmth."
— Frasier - Pilot
"Martin: One minute it’s just a blob in some lady’s stomach, the next minute it’s a person. Blob… Person.
Frasier: The miracle of birth, summed up in one poetic phrase."