Rebecca: Just please tell me that it's not Sam Malone in my dreams, so I don't have to take a bath with my electric toaster.
Frasier: Well, Rebecca, there are those who believe that dream imagery is basically symbolic. If you subscribe to that theory, Sam could signify any number of things... It could be a need for you to get back in touch with your inner self. It could be spiritual awakening. It could be you and your god.
Lilith: It's Sam.
Frasier: It's Sam.
Rebecca: It's Sam. Oh, god, some evil, disgusting, perverted little part of me is attracted to Sam. I'm going to kill him.
Frasier: Now, Rebecca, it's not his fault. Sam doesn't know what your dreams are.
Rebecca: You're right. And he can never know. Because if it ever, ever got out that I've been having sex dreams all week about Sam, I could never ever show my face in this bar again.
Frasier: Well, fear not. You have confided in professionals. Your trust is sacred.
Rebecca: Thank you.
[As Rebecca, Frasier and Lilith walk away, Sam winds up the shutters next to the booth, where he's been working on the window]