Frasier: I can't believe we have a son. But, Lilith, when did all this happen?
Lilith: After the doctor discharged me, I looked for you, couldn't find you, so I took a cab. I gave birth in the back seat. The cabbie was nice enough to let me bite down on one of his foam rubber dice.
Frasier: Oh, my precious angel. You were so brave.
Lilith: The only problem was that every time I pushed, my feet kept opening the back door into traffic.
Frasier: The greatest moment of my life, and I missed it. You must want to kill me.
Lilith: Now, Frasier, now is not the time for reproaches. Now is the time to rejoice. The reproaches can come tomorrow and for the next 50 years.
Frasier: Is it any wonder I love you so?