Lilith: Then, after lunch, I had a patient. Three separate personalities, each one more boring than the other. As a matter of fact, he's the only one who can tell them apart.
Frasier: Now, Lilith, darling, let's remember our caveat. No more shop talk. It's the weekend. It's time to engage in nice, normal conversation. I'll, uh, get us some drinks. Woody?
Lilith: Why do you have this obsession with labeling everything? Normal, abnormal, weekday, weekend.
Frasier: Well, darling, I was only trying to create a certain...
Lilith: In other words, control the conversation. That's rather compulsive, isn't it?
Frasier: Well, how anal of you to notice.
Lilith: Oh, the whole world's anal to you.
Frasier: Well, what say we, uh, sleep in late tomorrow and have eggs Benedict?
Lilith: I love you.