Rebecca: I just hope it's a short wedding. I can't wait to get to that cake. I'm starving.
Frasier: So I gather the preparations for this event have been somewhat lavish.
Rebecca: "Somewhat"?! We are talking about the wedding of the year! Look at this guest list: tycoons, philanthropists, European royalty. The kind of wonderful crowd that I could be mingling with right now if Robin and I had stayed together which, of course, we didn't. He went his way and I went mine and the dream ended and that was that. And now I've got to go over there and schlep booze so those rich pigs can pour it down their ugly throats! Life sucks.
Frasier: Okay to call on you for a wedding toast?