Frasier: So we're agreed then, right? Just plain simple gold wedding bands.
Lilith: With an exquisite marquise diamond on mine so we can tell them apart.
Frasier: You give me such glee. Here we are. Sit here, my betrothed. I'll go get us something to drink, and, oh, uh, exchange a few lies with my buds.
Lilith: I understand. Your daily dose of male bonding.
Frasier: Well, not for much longer. You know what's are breaking up that old gang of mine.
Lilith: As a guess, I'd say hypertension and cirrhosis.
Frasier: [laughs] You're irrepressible.