Rebecca: Frasier, Lilith, oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm just desperate. I don't understand why nobody wants to come back into my beautiful tearoom.
Frasier: Well, Rebecca, a restaurant should be like a mistress. You see, one shouldn't feel that she's overeager to please. It's far more enticing if you need her more than she needs you.
Lilith: Who is this "she" you're talking about, Frasier?
Frasier: Purely hypothetical.
Lilith: Well, it's a little strange for a happily married man to go prattling on about a mistress.
Frasier: Oh, come on, hon, give me this one. You already heard me admit I was whipped in front of the boys.
Lilith: That was good.