Frasier: I guess we've been trying too hard. We've been too eager. Sam, can I get a beer or something, please? Especially that first night when we made such buffoons of ourselves.
Diane: We, Frasier?
Frasier: All right, you.
Diane: Me?
Frasier: Yes! The way you fawned over him was nothing less than criminal. If you had taken off your clothes and writhed on the floor in front of him, it would have been a refreshing note of subtlety. No wonder the man's been shunning us.
Diane: Frasier, you were so obsequious, if he had asked you to cluck like a chicken and lay an egg, you would have squatted and asked, "What color?"
Frasier: Well, he didn't ask me to, so it's a moot point at best, Diane.