Lilith: Well, kudos to Carla. It's healthy after a time to curtail one's grieving and recommence an interest in the opposite sex. I know if my Frasier were taken from me in an unforeseen tragedy, I would certainly date again after an acceptable period of bereavement.
Frasier: That gives me a warm fuzzy.
Lilith: There'd be no sense in being overly emotional, darling. You'd be dead and rotting in a box.
Frasier: Woody, may I have another beer, and would you check on the robot over there, see if it's thirsty?
Woody: Hey, Dr. Crane, that's your wife. Don't talk about her like that. What can I get you Dr. Sternin-Crane? Another quart of valvoline?
Lilith: Oh, look, you people, stop it. [robotically] I am not a robot.