Frasier: Oh, Lilith, darling. Hello. I've, I've got your purse. Uh, you know, we don't have time for our drinks, really. Uh, the- the curtain's in 45 minutes and you know how I hate to be late.
Lilith: Yes. It's one of your more endearing compulsions.
Frasier: Uh, by the way, uh... There's something we need to discuss. [both exit]
Lilith: [o.s.] You did what?!
Frasier: [o.s.] Darling, I did what I had to do!
Lilith: [o.s.] Shut up! Where is he? [trash cans rattling]
[After Lilith runs up the stairs with her purse, Carla opens the door and finds Frasier stuck head first in a trash can]
Frasier: Apparently, she's still grieving!