Frasier: Oh, say, Rebecca, maybe I misunderstood you earlier. I thought the purpose of your trip wasn't to snare a husband.
Rebecca: Well, of course it wasn't.
Woody: Why'd you go?
Rebecca: Woody, I was very clear about why I went before I left. Don't you remember?
Woody: No.
Rebecca: I said that I went to find myself, to look myself square in the eye and find out who I really was, yada, yada, yada.
Woody: Oh, yeah. I remember the yada, yada, yada part.
Rebecca: Half way through the trip, I realized something- that my life is doo-doo.
Woody: Please, Miss Howe. You may have used that kind of language at sea, but we're not in the boiler rooms among sailors.