Frasier: And that’s why, Jim. if you’re having problems in the sack, then cut off an arm and stick it up your fuck!
Caller: Er…sorry, Doctor Crane?
Frasier: No need to be sorry, Riddle Pigskin. Now fuck off!
Frasier: Well, that was an excellent show. I was fucking brilliant, yeah? YEAH? What do you think, shit skinner?
Roz: Are you talking to me?
Frasier: FUCKING YEAH! Who else is here, boulder holes? Want me to draw you a schematic, tit shitter?
Roz: You know, i’ve had just about enough of your insults. Ever since Daphne started drinking piss and your dad started to stink you’ve been acting real weird, Frasier.
Frasier: Oh, boogaloo FUCKIN’ MCGROO! Taste my shit and sick a brick, bitch! I’m goin’ for a beer!
Frasier: Oi mate. Pint of Grigio, yeah? Easy on the piss. Call me a buster, snaker!
Barman: You mean a glass of Pinot Grigio?
Frasier: NO! A PINT OF WHITE WINE, BRUTUS! Jesus, you JUST OUTTA DETENTION SON? CHRIST ME A LEMON!
Barman: Here ya go.
Frasier: Thanks. Good wine. Nice and cloudy. Goddamned fuckin’ shirty, aintcha! Hand me a peanut, barman.
Martin: Hey, Frase. What are you doin’ here? This ain’t your kind of joint.
Frasier: No, this is my kind of joint! (Holds up an elbow) Sling yer hook, dad, you’re cramping my style.
Martin: What style? The style of drinking a pint of white wine?
Frasier: Hey, FUCK YOU MAN! What are you doing down here, anyway?
Martin: I got bored, stinking at home and sucking all that piss up. Daphne’s outside. She’s rolling down the pavement in a big tyre.
Frasier: Fuckin’ slags. Why don’t you people get the hell outta dodge, eh?
Frasier: I like this program, Billy shits the big one. Fucking awesome shit. I sure hope nobody disturbs me during this with some massive encroachment on my peace.
Frasier: FUCK’S SAKE!
(Opens the door, Niles is at the door, and is covered in shit)
Frasier: What the hell happened to you?
Niles: I made the mistake of taking a diarhettic on in a wrestling contest.