Lilith: Frasier, I have some bad news. This morning at 9:00, Whitey passed away.
Frasier: Oh, Lilith.
Sam: Oh.
Frasier: I'm so sorry.
Lilith: Just yesterday, he was so young, so vital. This morning I walked into the lab and found him facedown in his nest of cedar shavings.
Norm: Excuse me?
Frasier: You see, Whitey was Lilith's senior, and most cherished, lab rat.
Sam: Aw, gee! [grumbling]