Cliff: Now, Doc, maybe there were signs, you were just too blind to see them. Yeah, I mean, what with Lilith, uh... spending every night late at work for the last six months. You know, whenever the two of you were together, you were just bickering all the time. And, worst of all, you know, you spend all your waking hours sitting in this bar.
Sam: Cliffy, I don't think he wants to...
Frasier: No, Sam, you know, I want to hear this. Maybe it's time somebody did splash the cold water of reality in my face. On the other hand, at least I'm not a career-stagnant, middle-aged mama's boy with little or no sexual experience.
Cliff: I know what you mean, Doc. We have a few of those at work... very sad.