Lilith: I cannot believe my ears. This is your idea of romance?
Frasier: Lilith, man does not live by romance alone. He also needs hardheaded practicality.
Lilith: If your head was any harder, it would etch glass.
Frasier: Where are you going?
Lilith: I have no intention of spending the rest of the evening, let alone the rest of my life, with a compulsive, anal retentive, chowderhead.
Frasier: Now, Lilith, let's just both stop right now before we say something to spoil the mood.
Lilith: Why don't you go make love to your accountant.
Norm: You know, if more people followed that advice, this world would be such a happier place.