Frasier: Rebecca, excuse me for interrupting, but may I ask you a question? Do you listen to yourself?
Rebecca: Well, sometimes.
Frasier: All right, not two minutes ago, you announced to the bar that you were opening yourself up to men from any walk of life. Now, that man seems attractive, decent, and most of all, interested in you. You're lonely, desperate, and if the bloom isn't off the rose just yet, you can certainly hear pruning shears approaching.
Rebecca: He is kind of cute, isn't he? Actually, he's just what I was describing. Can you belie- Is that just like me or what? It's like, I'm just standing here blathering on and on and on and on and on, while opportunity is just passing me by... It's like life is a parade.
Frasier: Rebecca! Rebecca, fetch!
Rebecca: Oh, sorry, yoo-hoo, Mr. Burley Working Type Guy, hold up a second.