Diane: Frasier, um, I've been thinking. We're so far from Florence and now we're having car trouble. It's just that fate is trying to tell us something. Why not just get married here in this little town, right now? Wouldn't that be romantic?
Frasier: Diane, I love that idea. Let's do it.
Diane: I love you.
[meanwhile, Sam shudders in his seat on the airplane:]
Stewardess: Are you cold, sir?
Sam: No. No, I'm not. I just had a chill, I guess.
Stewardess: Well, if there's anything I can do...
Sam: Oh, I'm fine. I'm fine. But don't go too far away. I think I may need some assistance.