Dr. Pascal: All right, Lilith, if you want to play the waiting game, I'm prepared to play along. I give you just ten minutes to make up your mind. If you won't leave with me then, I start shooting.
Frasier: And this is the man you wanted to marry?!
Lilith: Who says I wanted to marry him?
Frasier: Two days ago, I got a Mail-gram saying you wanted a divorce.
Dr. Pascal: Correction, I sent that Mail-gram. I thought that with you out of the way, Lilith and I would be free to spend the rest of our lives together. But then Lilith escaped. By the way, it was very clever of you putting that Papier-mâché bust of yourself in your cot. I must admit, I kissed it more than once before I got wise. You have nine minutes left.