Frasier: Diane, that was a colleague on the phone, a Reichian analyst. He's taken ill. He wants me to take his place tomorrow at a seminar on multiple personalities at the University of Chicago, so I've got to go home and pack.
Diane: We won't be able to go to the concert.
Frasier: Well, I won't but you can still go. Listen, take along a friend. Well, Sam indicated some interest.
Diane: Sam? I think I could find more stimulating company for the concert. I wouldn't have to look any farther than the nearest Petri dish. But once again, I am startled by how far you are above petty emotion like jealousy.
Frasier: Well, I just figured it was time Sam learned to appreciate instruments without fuses. Goodbye, my tiny Alice.
Diane: Goodbye, my mad Mad Hatter.