Diane: Frasier, don't feel bad. It's not your fault.
Frasier: Oh, I don't know, Diane. It just seems the harder I try to please you, the more I mess up. I just wanted tonight to be perfect so that I could ask you to marry me.
Diane: [chuckles] Oh, how you talk!
Frasier: No, Dr. Marino helped me make arrangements for us to be married tomorrow at his parent's estate in Florence.
Diane: You're serious?
Frasier: Well, Diane, this trip has put us to the test. I've seen you at your best and your worst. I didn't think your worst was all that bad. Especially when it was only in small doses. [chuckles] The more I know you, the more I want you. Will you marry me tomorrow and make me the happiest man in the world?
Diane: Oh... Oh, Frasier, I'm so nervous. I didn't have the slightest indication this was coming. Well, of course, my... [knocks drink] Look what I've done. [knocks another drink] May I have your napkin? I'll be right back.