Sam: Where's Frasier, man? I gotta talk to him.
Carla: Where's your date?
Sam: She's at my apartment. I told her I was going out for some ice. I don't know, something's wrong here. I've been dancing my brains out and nothing, zilch. Frasier, you know that, that beautiful girl you were treating this morning?
Frasier: I treated two beautiful women this morning, Sam. Which one?
Sam: The one that had the hots for the dancers.
Frasier: Yes, why?
Sam: Well, uh, you didn't cure her, by any chance, did you?
Frasier: You don't just "cure" someone overnight. Most patients require dozens of costly sessions to make even minimal progress. God, I love this profession.
Sam: Well, I don't know. Something's wrong. Maybe it's my dancing. You treated two beautiful girls this morning? What did you treat the other one for?
Frasier: Um, pyromania.
Sam: Pyro... pyromania. Pyro... [distant sirens wailing]