Lilith: Frasier, I'm gonna ask you one more time. This is our marriage we're talking about. Our lives. Stop being a psychiatrist and start being my husband.
Frasier: All right, Lilith. I'll be your husband. But for seven years now we've tried to build something together, and I think we've done a pretty good job. It's not worth throwing it all away on something so empty, meaningless and unfulfilling.
Lilith: Actually-
Frasier: I don't want to hear it!
Lilith: Frasier, don't you see that this incident is symptomatic of much larger problems?
Frasier: We can work on that. We owe it to our marriage. But you must march over to Pascal and tell him, in no uncertain terms, that you will never see him again.
Lilith: Very well. I'll go now. Certainly you're being very rational about this. Very civilized.
Frasier: Well, I'm... I'm nothing if not civilized. By the way, this Pascal, is he married?
Lilith: No. Why?
Frasier: I thought I could bag his wife, even the score. I'm sorry. I'm venting. Go.