Rebecca: You have no idea how lucky we are. That was Woody on the phone. He called to check up on us. That handkerchief is a trick handkerchief. If you had pulled that out of your pocket, your pants would have fallen down around your ankles and then we would've seen those skimpy underpants.
Frasier: Oh, good Lord. That's not the half of it. You see, I took off that little French torture device that Lilith got me earlier today. I've been doing this al fresco.
Mrs. Ridgeway: Dr. Crane, would you come here for a moment? I'd like you to meet my mother.
Frasier: Why yes, I'd be delighted to. I've heard such wonderful things about her. [a woman sneezes] Gesundheit, madam. Here's my handkerchief.
Rebecca: [o.s.] No! [woman screams, loud thud]
Mrs. Ridgeway: [o.s.] Mother? Mother?