Diane: Did I just hear you say that you tipped that bellboy 200,000 lire?
Frasier: Yes, what is that? A dollar or two? This inflated currency is so ridiculous, I keep expecting a bum to walk up and ask for a million lire for a cup of coffee.
Diane: You tipped the man $100 to bring our bags eight feet.
Frasier: Are you sure? Oh, well. This'll get a hearty laugh out of the folks at the institute.
Diane: Just explain it to him. I'm sure he'll understand.
Frasier: You mean go down there and get it back?
Diane: What else, my angel?
Frasier: Well, these people think so little of Americans as it is...
Diane: I'll go.
Frasier: No, no, no. If I send a woman, they'll think even less of me. I'll do it.
Diane: Oh, my brave little tourist.
Frasier: Yes. I guess it's time to nip this thing in the bud. [knock at the door] Uh, come in?
[A large group of eager hotel workers enters the room]