Sam: Boy, you're really bent out of shape over this, aren't you? Just out of totally idle curiosity, whatever did happen to Diane?
Frasier: Well, I was recently informed by my mentor, Dr. Bennett Ludlow, whose care I'm now under, incidentally.
Sam: And believe me, he's doing a heck of a job.
Frasier: He told me that she's at St. Anselm's Abbey, an hour outside of Boston, with the Sisters of the Divine Severity.
Sam: Oh, whoa, whoa, wait. You can't be a nun if you've already...
Frasier: Oh, she's not becoming a nun, you idiot! She's working there. She's cleaning, serving meals, wearing sackcloth, that sort of thing.
Sam: I'll be damned.
Frasier: You see, after she left me, Diane embarked upon a spree of decadence in Italy. I'd hear stories about dancing on tables in cafes, swimming in public fountains, cavorting with counts and soccer players. Well, now she's doing penance for la dolce vita. She's seeking peace. I hope she's found it.
Sam: Diane, dancing on tabletops? You mean my...? Your...? Our...? The Diane?
Frasier: Yes, all of them.