Frasier: Oh, Woody. It seems that there's a a Monsignor, uh, Pilot, a very elderly French cleric, who was the one that took the photograph of your beloved.
Woody: Oh, well. Thank you, Dr. Crane. I- I feel a million times better. You know what I'm gonna do? l- l'm gonna- I'm gonna go write Kelly the best darned love letter she's ever had. [exits]
Cliff: There you go.
Norm: So, uh, some old French priest, huh?
Frasier: I have no idea. Apparently, Woody dialed the wrong exchange. Somewhere in Belgium, there's a very confused chocolatier.