Rebecca: Well, I'm on my way to the plastic surgeon, but I don't know what to do. Look, I need some input. What do you think I should have done?
Frasier: Eyelids.
Norm: Tummy tuck.
Sam: Liposuction.
Frasier: Age shows first there.
Woody: Miss Howe, I'm getting tired of all this plastic surgery talk. Now, I know it may not be popular, but I'm going out on a limb and say I don't think you should change a thing. You're a beautiful woman and just about perfect the way god made you.
Rebecca: Well, Woody, nobody's perfect. There's got to be something.
Woody: Well, then your breasts.
Rebecca: Thank you, Woody.
Woody: No. Thank you.