Lilith: Now, this is lovely. The baby's with my mother, and there's nothing to disturb our peaceful Eden.
Frasier: You're right, darling, nothing. Except for the burned-in image of Sam cutting my gold card into pieces before my very eyes.
Lilith: You know, Frasier, after listening to you complain about that for the umpteenth time, it's becoming impossible for me to sympathize.
Frasier: [quietly] Of course not. Sympathy is a human emotion.
Lilith: What?
Frasier: Oh, I'm sorry, darling, I'm just lashing out. [quietly] Got off a good one, though.