Sam: Poor kid.
Pete: What do you mean, Sammy?
Sam: Well, after you guys left Little Wally's last night, she went into the ladies' room to get some burger grease off of her blouse or something. You'll never guess who pulls up. Robin Colcord with another woman. [sympathetic murmuring]
Frasier: No sooner does Squire Colcord put an end Rebecca's celebrated four years of celibacy, then he's off baling hay with some other wench the very next night. The man is absolutely nothing more than a rich, spoiled, narcissistic philanderer. I hate myself for envying him so.