Lilith: My motive, of course, was to please Frasier. But this evening, after dinner, he laughed so hard, cappuccino ran out of his nose. Rebecca, you're a friend. Does this permanent make my hair look utterly ridiculous?
Rebecca: No, not at all. I think it's a delightful change.
Lilith: So do l. Damn that Frasier! For a moment, he had me believing I was a laughingstock. Thank you.
Rebecca: Don't mention it. What're friends for?
Carla: How can you just stand there, staring at that hairdo and not bust a gut laughing?
Rebecca: [voice straining] No problem.
[Rebecca lifts up her arm to show she has placed her hand in a mouse trap]