Frasier: This is not healthy at all. My wife has gone completely around the bend. Perhaps I rushed her through the grieving process too quickly. Oh. Oh, the poor woman.
Norm: I dare you to look in the purse.
Cliff: Ha! Dare me? Dare you.
Frasier: You know, obviously, I've got to dispose of Whitey break this fixation, then deal with the repercussions as they occur.
Norm & Cliff: Eww.
Cliff: Yeah, I looked first.
Norm: I bet you won't kiss him.
Frasier: You two are sick!
Norm: Oh, yeah. We've got a big problem.
Frasier: Obviously, Lilith is having trouble breaking this attachment on her own. I've got to be the man and handle this in a mature fashion. [grabs Lilith's purse with a pair of tongs] Eww, eww, eww, eww! Eww!