Frasier: It's good to see you, Simon. Uh, how was your flight? All right?
Dr. Finch-Royce: Oh, relatively crash-free.
Frasier: Can I buy you a drink?
Dr. Finch-Royce: Yes, a pint of beer, but none of that weak-kneed American bile. Give me, uh, a little something with hair on it.
Carla: Here I am. So, uh, you married?
Dr. Finch-Royce: Yes, quite happily.
Carla: Too bad. Could've been my first Englishman. No, no, no, wait, there was that one other guy, but he was so white, I kept losing him in the sheets.
Dr. Finch-Royce: Do we know her?
Frasier: Yes, that's Carla.
Dr. Finch-Royce: Have her scrubbed and sent to my tent.