Frasier: Well, how 'bout a gift from the heart? Something which no rich man can obtain, upon which no price can be set.
Woody: Great idea, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: I can't tell you actually what to do of course, but I can relate a story from my own experience. I remember when I was courting a certain beauty, I wrote her a poem. Of course, it was no great piece of literature, but it did express my feelings honestly. I recall reciting the last lines while we were sitting in front of the fire, basking in our love. "Your lips are the flame that consumes me and the candle that lights my way."
Lilith: Frasier, love.
Frasier: Yes, dearest?
Lilith: I've never heard that drivel before in my life.
Frasier: I wonder whose lips those were.