Frasier: Oh, I'm just too young for a commitment. You see, I haven't been with all that many women. Especially ones with a caboose like that.
Cliff: Well, Fras, uh, talk about a small world. You know it's common knowledge around here that Miss Howe finds you tres attractive.
Frasier: Oh, now stop it. She does not.
Alan: Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Cliff: Gentlemen, gentlemen, am I blowing smoke here, or am I giving the man the straight skinny?
Alan: It's true.
Tim: He's right, Frasier. Rebecca likes the cut of your jib.
Frasier: Well, the Cranes always have been known for their jibs. [laughter] No, seriously. It's outlandish. I mean, the woman hasn't even given me an indication.
Cliff: Uh, I don't know, Fras. You know, I think you'll find, uh, where there's smoke, there's, uh, fire.
Rebecca: Could I have a club soda, please, Woody?
Woody: Oh, sure thing, Miss Howe.
[As Cliff stands behind Frasier, he waves at Rebecca. She waves back, catching Frasier's attention. Cliff then points to his mouth, suggesting Rebecca has something on her lips. Frasier is astounded as Rebecca licks her lips while staring in his direction. Cliff gives Rebecca the OK signal and waves her off.]
Rebecca: Thank you.