Frasier: Oh, much better. Yes, much better, yes. You know, I never thought our wedding portrait lived there. Um, where should it go, Ivan?
Ivan: Here's a spot. [drops the painting in the trash can]
Lilith: Perfect. Why clutter a home with mementos?
Ivan: Did I tell you last night I programmed myself to dream about your space?
Lilith: You didn't. We're thrilled.
Ivan: Hmm. To begin with, we lose this wall.
Frasier: Uh, by lose, do you mean we redesign it so that it practically disappears, or lose, we knock it down so that we're left facing the back of our stove?
Ivan: Hmm. Fret not. We'll be transforming il cucina into an atrium.
Lilith: I love this idea. I adore it. But what about eating?
Ivan: I design, I don't eat. Now, over here I imagine removing the ceiling and extending the wall up to the second story, culminating in a skylight to flood the room with natural illumination.
Frasier: But, uh that's our that's our bedroom up there.
Ivan: Is that all you people think about, eating and sleeping?