Woody: What are you doing here so late, Doctor Crane?
Frasier: Oh, I had to make a midnight run. Lilith's having another one of her pregnancy cravings.
Norm: Oh, no. Not again. What was it this time?
Frasier: Oh, just butter and flour.
Woody: Oh, she wants to bake something?
Frasier: No. That's what she was eating when I left. Balls of butter and fistfuls of flour. I had to get out of there.
Cliff: Boy, oh, geez, pregnancy really makes women screwy, doesn't it?
Norm: It's amazing how their little hormones take over their entire body for that period of time.
Frasier: Tell me about it. You know, the other morning at 4:00, I had to run clear across town to this particular pizzeria to get Lilith a deep-dish pizza, four cheeses, with sun-dried tomatoes, prosciutto, and anchovies.
Norm: [scoffs] How far you have to go?
Frasier: Oh, out by the airport.
Cliff: That's what, an hour's drive just for a craving?
Frasier: It's insane, isn't it?
Norm: Well, you're lucky they were open.
Frasier: Oh, they're open all night.
Norm: All night? Ooh, I could use an anchovy pizza.
Frasier: It's a hell of a pie.