Rebecca: He was rubbing his foot on my leg.
Frasier: Well, perhaps he was just trying to cross his legs and he accidentally bumped into you.
Rebecca: What do you think I am, a nitwit? I am telling you that your distinguished, happily married friend was coming on to me.
Sam: Oh, please.
Rebecca: He was!
Frasier: Do you realize that you are impugning the reputation of a man that literally wrote the book on fidelity in marriage. You've insulted him, and frankly, you've insulted me.
Sam: No, you know, I see what's going on here. You know, you just projected your frustrations on to somebody else, because it's been too long since you had your tires rotated.
Rebecca: And I am telling you that he is a lying, hypocritical sleaze who needs to be neutered.