Frasier: Sam, I'm a little hurt. If you felt the need to see a therapist, why didn't you come to me?
Sam: Oh. Well, l... You know, I was looking, sort of, for a doctor that, you know, didn't know me so well, who has, uh, blonde hair and smoky eyes and wears miniskirts and crosses her legs all the time.
Frasier: Oh. Connie Forsythe, a fine doctor.
Sam: Yeah. [chuckles]
Frasier: She'll straighten you out.
Sam: Oh, she did.