Sam: Hey, Frasier, Lilith. What'll you have?
Lilith: A scotch, Sam. And whatever my Neanderthal husband will have.
Sam: You two fighting?
Frasier: No, on the contrary, Sam, I insist that she call me that.
Lilith: Frasier's been captivated by a new theory of masculinity which suggests within each man is a hidden primal beast, softened by years of civilization and sensitivity. He saw it on Sally Jesse.
Frasier: Yes, and they got a really cool name for this beast. It's called the "Inner Hairy Man."
Lilith: Or in your case, dear, "The Receding Hairy Man."