MARTIN: And another thing, how in the world did you manage to get Starfleet to assign you both to the same ship?
NILES: Dad. This is a very prestigious ship with very important missions. Of course they wanted only the bes—
MARTIN: Nobody else would work with you, huh
CAPTAIN FRASIER: I can't believe I let you replicate this old chair, Dad.
DOCTOR NILES: I thought when I left Earth I'd never have to smell it again.
MARTIN: Get used to it, this baby's gonna be with me until the Final Frontier!
[CAPTAIN FRASIER groans loudly, audience laughs]
CAPTAIN FRASIER: Computer, give me an Andalusian Amontillado sherry.
COMPUTER: Please be more specific.
CAPTAIN FRASIER: The one Lilith hates.
[computer beeps dryly in response]
ENSIGN ROZ: Captain, we're being hailed.
CAPTAIN FRASIER: Ensign, open up a channel.
ENSIGN ROZ: (sighs, presses a single button) Want me to make sure that fancy double-breasted uniform is buttoned too?
CAPTAIN FRASIER: Oh shut up Roz
Captain's log, stardate 77202.4.
After a long journey, my father is finally resting comfortably in his quarters. He has insisted on bringing an ambassador and caregiver. She claims to be "a bit psychic"