Frasier: Lilith. Please, uh, all I can say is please have mercy on me. I... Look, it's the God's honest truth. Rebecca and I did not have an affair. I wanted to, but she wasn't sure. A small point, but she wasn't even sure who I am, so I didn't really want to. Uh, my body wanted to, but my brain didn't. Well, part of my brain did, but... Well, that part's dead, and I guess what I'm trying to say is... [gets down one knee] Will you marry me, make me the happiest man alive?
Lilith: This is obviously a ploy to get yourself out of the ridiculous situation you're in, and the answer is... yes, my steed, yes.
Frasier: Are you you're serious? [Lilith nods] Yippee. Hey, everybody, we're going to be married. [cheering] Someday. No, soon.
Cliff: Eh, we finally got those lovebirds together, huh?
Norm: Yeah, just needed that little push, I guess. [both singing] Matchmaker, matchmaker Make me a match